Well, here I am. Halfway across the world once again visiting dry old Istanbul...Oh, the wonder and amazement. Getting here wasn't so bad this time around, but once again, Istanbul's proving to not agree with me. And that's mainly in the food department. Them saying "Oh here! Try this, try that!" (in Turkish of course), translates to me "Oh here! We want you to be in the bathroom for half an hour! You should eat this!". -___- It's just not agreeing with me. Other than that...I dunno...I guess it's not terrible...It'd probably be a tad more enjoyable if I actually spoke turkish. I am picking up on a few words now though. Who knows, I could actually learn it in time. I keep having dreams about everyone at school...I think my subconcsious is telling me something

I actually started writing this a few days ago and between now and then I have gotten majorly sick. Fever, sore throat, chills, the works. My mom and I both have it. We think it's from our trip to the Grand Bazaar. And it would figure. That place was so hot and dirty it's like a nesting ground for bacteria. My trip just gets better and better...Lord knows what might happen if I told my family here that though. Probably like, disown me or something. They do that here.

Anyway, my summer's been over since I left Yale I figure. So tell me about your summers. It'll give me something to read while you're all asleep and I'm awake.