It’s hard to believe that this time two years ago, we were sailing up the Bosphorus. Seems like a lifetime since we were in Turkey. Our world is so tiny and short-term now — the three-hour increments of time, the limited distance we travel from the house, the smallish tyrants who rule — I can’t fathom Turkey’s ancient history or vast landscapes. Or their democracy, for that matter.
What I really can’t fathom is fancy international travel. Without children. Will it ever happen again? For now, I am pretty damn excited to go to Wimberley for a few hours this Saturday afternoon.
p.s. Hi, Jo and Eva (English friends from our Turkey trip): hope we do manage to travel again so we can meet up with you somewhere lovely. Or you come here. We need an au pair or two.