It’s been cold and snowy enough that we haven’t ventured to any markets or larger supermarkets since arriving in Istanbul last Monday. Instead, we’ve been relying on the very small grocery store next door and, instead of meal-planning, I’ve mainly just been buying everything that looks even vaguely interesting and then improvising from there.
Believe it or not, it’s a post by Brian!
Turkish people seem to be very nice. When it comes to children, and especially little blondish children like Theo, they are very, very nice. Theo has gotten lots of head rubs, cheek pinches, and (on our second day in Istanbul), a package of cookies from a neighbor and a candy bar from a waitress within a ten-minute span.
Our apartment in Istanbul is lovely, but in a more upscale-hotel-centered neighborhood than I realized, which means that we haven’t found many nearby playgrounds.
I ordered a coffee, and Theo was brought a complimentary mug of warm sweet milk with cinnamon on top.
I’m enjoying thick Turkish coffee, but I’m not ready to give up cappuccinos yet.
Theo got his shoes shined and polished, along with many head-rubs from passerbys.
We followed a fairly French attitude towards snacking even before visiting France. Since Theo left daycare, we’ve tried to give him just one snack a day, except for raw fruits and vegetables, which he can eat whenever he is hungry.
Trying to follow this snacking routine is immensely challenging in Turkey.