turk a lurk

I want to preface this post with the fact that, though I announced that I was hiatus-ing, I actually felt the craving to blog while in Turkey, but totally couldn't log on to blogspot due to the fact that Turkey has BLOCKED access to posting. Apparently soccer fanatics had been using their blogs to illegally stream soccer vids and so the Turkish government pulled a betch move and totally killed blogspot!

Anyways, the result of all that bitchiness is that this post will be an extended post about Turkey. Thingsifreakinlove will temporarily be a travel blog because, you guys, I FREAKIN LOVE TURKEY! (The meat, too. Though not the animal.)

So The Yale Globalist took a reporting trip to Turkey for 2 weeks with the following itinerary: 6 days in Istanbul, then half the group would go to the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus and the other half would go to Sanliurfa. For more info regardez-vousing the nitty gritty of the trip (and by nitty gritty I mean things like meeting mayors, EU advisors to the Turkish president, and Kurdish tribal leaders), read our Globalist travel blog.


Other than the aforementioned meetings with dignitaries, I was primarily concerned with food and celebrations, and so food and celebrations you will get!

FOOD
I've honestly never had so much meat in my entire life. It got to the point where I considered chicken a safe, vegetarian bet. But given that I am a born carnivore. . .my stomach was an exuberant camper. Tons of lamb kebaps and chicken kebaps. But my fave meat-related thing we ate, was actually a street food fish sandwich called balik ekmek. All it is is freshly caught and grilled fish, put in a bun plus lettuce and onion, and you season it yourself with salt and lemon juice. AMAZING! FRESHLICIOUS! We <3'd it:

And we weren't the only ones! This cute little geezer scurried along with a cane and FISH SANDWICH in hand! (I know this vid is a little creepy, just go with it.)

Fish sandwiches! Beloved by young American tourists and little old Turkish men! Fishlicious!

More later. . .