God willing and the Rio Grande don't rise, the trip to Turkey is on. Which is to say: my passport arrived today. I can stop biting my nails (well, figuratively; I've never been a nail biter). Tickets are paid for, so now it's only - only, he says - organizing the packing. Reading up. Yes, probably learning another dozen words of Turkish, though I have abandoned hopes of doing more.
I. Am. So. Relieved.
UPDATE:
This being the Feast of the Conversion of St Paul, and therefore my feast day, I will take the passport as my saint's day present. Thanks, y'old curmudgeon. You proved God can use the most intractible material, which gives us all hope. Pray for us.
--the BB
7 comments:
Oh, yes, of course! It's your name day. (Or was an hour and a half ago. I'm up late, sorry to say.)
Well, I do hope it was happy.
Praise God! And that ol' St. Paul, he was something and indeed there is hope for all. I find you nothing like I *imagine* him to be!!
I am so happy about you getting to go on this journey!!!!
All the best on your saint's day and for the journey!
Paul -- been away from computer since I realized today was your saints day.
Blessings be. -- and also glad that you got your paper work.
love,
Thanks, everybody.
Ohhhhh!!!! Good for you!
Have. Fun!
Eat. Well!
Two East Bay foodies on vacation - we will do our best, Margaret. Since we are familiar with and enjoy Greek and Armenian cooking, we should do fine with Turkish.
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