Oh Lloyd, I too love the lyrics to country songs--favorite is: "you're the reason our children are ugly"
and "you stepped on my heart and mashed that sucker flat, you just sorta stomped on my aorta"
and I listen to Patsy Cline CD's every day while driving...

Joke: know what you get when you play country music backwards? you get you wife back, you get your house back, you get your car back, you get your dog back.
thanks for reminding me , madelyn

Again, Madelyn, I can only reply with hahahahahaha....
paula

I wasn't finished with Turkey when I had to leave after my PD diagnosis. I lived there only nine months, and missed Ephesus and the other Biblical sites. Back to the Sancta Sophia in Istanbul, of course, is number one on any list. With a month of brushing up, I'll bet I could still speak their beautiful language...

Back to India where, of course, I would magically tolerate the heat. A lifetime there wouldn't be enough, and I only had five days the first time. And I could still speak some of some of their beautiful languages, too...

Alaska, back to Hawaii, back to Colorado, and most of all, back home to New Mexico.

Oh my.

Jaye

My husband and I were married in Barbados...one beautiful sunny afternoon in September.My parents were both dead therefore I couldn`t bear a traditional English wedding without them,so it had to be something totally different.And so...there we stood,by a white beach,a stranger giving me away,our two beautiful children by our side,and one blissfully happy bride.What hopes I had that day....
I would love to recapture that moment when for a short time,reality gave way to the intoxicating headiness of bouganvillea scented dreams.
That night,my husband and I ,[together with two students who had been monitoring a turtles nest on our beach,]released over 110 baby turtles back into the sea by moonlight.As if timed to perfection,the babies decided to hatch on our wedding day and with awe and wonderment I watched as these little turtles scampered and skidded their way towards the relative safety of the sea...and survival.
Sadly I guess..not many survived...but what a privelege to have been witness to this moment.
Hopes....dreams.....survival.
Guess it says it all.

We can all escape to wherever we wish ....in our minds.
x

Jaye, these days I can only count from one to five in Turkish. It has been 35 years since I was there, and back then I could go to Market on Saturday (our towns market day) and order anything. I always loved the two-hour ferry ride across the Maramara Sea to get to Istanbul, what an adventure...we lived on the southern shores of the sea. The stories I can tell are so many...riding the ferry in a pitching sea 8-months pregnant...keeping my eyes closed while riding in an Istanbul taxi...the local woman who lived across the street from me condemning me because I didn't swaddle my infant babies (both daughters were born there, in July) when it was 100 degrees outside...the glorious day my husband rolled my new ringer-washer down the street and into our apt...all the things my husband got to do because he was male...the day the gypsies wanted to buy my newborn daughter...my landlord yelling at me in Turkish because I left my daughter with my husband while I went out for two hours...two years of stories. I think I miss Chi and the goat cheese pastry the most...food, what can I say!!

I bet this forum could fill a whole 'nother thread with these types of experiences.