The Wayward Passports

In the summer of 1973, my husband and I were traveling in Greece and Turkey. From Ankara, we took regularly scheduled buses south to Konya, home of the Whirling Dervishes and further south, to the coast. By now, it was August and HOT. We spent one night in Silifke, in Read more…

Camel

One of my first camel rides was in Egypt, around New Year’s 1984. We had gone to the Pyramids on a blustery cold day accompanied by my mother. She was in her late fifties at the time, but only hesitated momentarily. There is a photo of her, mouth open in Read more…