Istanbul (Not Constantinople)

The Blue Mosque at night.
Scott's mom, Sherry, Scott and me at a hookah bar...
Inside the Blue Mosque--once again, covered up like good women.
Inside the Hagia Sophia. We touched everything.

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Scott and Sherry in front of the Hagia Sophia, in Istanbul.
An outside hallway in the courthard of the Blue Mosque.
The man and son who frantically tried to sell us carpets.
View of some mosques from the part of Istanbul on the Asian continent.

Scott's Mom in Moldova

Scott and Sherry at the piata, a real, real live Moldovan experience.
Larissa and Sherry, with their heads covered like good Moldovan women, in the church after the celebration for the souls of the dead. People stay in the cemetery all day with food and serve people as they walk through. Again, eating for their souls.
Sherry in the famous pose, on top of the wine barrel in Scott's cellar.
Larissa made this 'colac,' aka, large bread, for Sherry's arrival. It's a Moldovan tradition and she's already talking about making one for my family when they come.
A cloudy morning in Saratenii Veche, Scott's village, which translates to the Old Salt Land. And, 4th in the series: Moldovans at work. (yes, the bridge is broken, it's not your computer screen)

Mykonos.
The Acropolis.
That's one happy Scott, thanks to the NYU grad school acceptance he received an hour before the picture was taken. (Allow me to brag.)
On the beach in Mykonos. Gloating in the NYU decision.

Greece

This is on the island of Mykonos, where we met a pelican and a strange man. The pelican lost its pack on a trip to Africa for the winter, and this man takes after her. I think they're in love.
Lindsey and me still in awe of where we were...
A family of olive-sellers at the market in Athens.
This is the Theater of Dionysus, well, what remains of it, behind the the scaffolding.
I made Scott take this picture, in all honestly, so Marie could see how long my hair is. He couldn't get over it, rightfully so, that I needed that picture in that very instant, in a shoe store, when the backdrop outside was the Acropolis.

The Acropolis

And we, humans, think we are so powerful. Look at how small we look in front of the Parthenon. Do you have an ehanced appreciation for ants now?
This is the Caryatids. This side, what they call the porch side, was apprently dedicated to a God named Erechteon, who can't be traced back into history. It is also believed to have been dedicated to Poseidon. Only four of them are orignals--one was resculpted and one was replaced. How good are your magic eyes? Can you dechipher the difference?
This is me and Lindsey, Scott's cousin, with the Odeion of Herod Atticus. This time we look pretty large in comparison, eh? I suppose today's lesson is on perspective.