Monday, 12 August, 2013; 11:17 PM; Oriental Hostel
Right.
I think another think is that the merchants here aren't as loud as those in Cusco. At the same time, they don't need to be - at least, not on a night like this. Maybe because nobody's back from Ramadan. Maybe because tourism isn't the #1 industry in Istanbul. Maybe nobody in the Super Cusco-Loud Crowd is in this neighborhood, or in this city. Maybe it's a cultural sort of thing.
Okay, forget a little bit of what I said about the hooligans not being on this street. I forgot that the hostel is attached to a bar. The guys coming up now aren't loud, but they're audible, which is distracting. I took my meds before I set my watch forward, so I took them way later than I'm supposed to, so I'll have a lot of energy.
Okay, forget what I said about the barfolk not being obnoxiously loud. They're louder than the last lot that came up.
Guess who might not sleep well tonight?
Monday, September 2, 2013
"The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck." - Ralph Waldo Emerson (Entry 6, Day 2)
Monday, 12 August, 2013; Oriental Hostel; 10:30 PM
Exploring was fun. We saw what was about and what we can do on the street. There are a lot of restaurants about, with the guys who come up to you in the middle of hte street to get you to go eat there. One of the guys asked me to dance. Since he's significantly older than me and I didn't want to randomly dance with a complete stranger in the middle of the street, I said no
Anyway, back to the recap.
At the AFS offices we met Cemre, who does host family coordination and Becet (Why did I call him that? We all called him Mert), who is also going to be hanging out wiht us this week - he, too, did a year in the US. He's from Ankara, the capital, which is significantly smaller than Istanbul, from what I understand.
Anyway, at the AFS office, we had dinner - Turkish pizza, or Pide. It's on flat bread and doesn't normally have sauce between the bread and the toppings. It's still really good - better than American pizza, anyway. Pide isn't cheese-based, which is different - like, the veggie ones were just veggies and pide and maybe some oil to hold it together.
Anyway, the hostel is really cool. The stairs are tightly winding and sort of steep, but not impossibly so. Since this is a hostel, the room is kind of small, but it works out well enough. We have four beds: one set of bunks (I'm on the top) and one set of twins. From the street, we have a really cool view of the Blue Mosque, or the Sultanahmet Cami (the computer doesn't do the 'i' right! Gah! The 'i' isn't supposed to have a dot on top). According to the guidebook, it was built to rival the Aya Sophia visually (well, it wasn't intended to, but it does anyway). There are 260 windows, and has the largest courtyard of any Ottoman mosque. The original stained-glass windows were Venitian.
Anyway, that's all for that.
When we wandered around tonight, I found it interesting how few people were out and about. Cemre said that it's even a good day for traffic because everyone is out of town to celebrate Ramadan, and are probably staying out a few extra days. Istanbul is definitely a lot more quiet than Cusco or Lima were. This is probably in part due to Cemre's hypothesis and also partly due to the fact that Cusco and Lima were in Super Celebration Mode when we were there. Also, I think Cusco is way more into tourism for he economy, so more people are trying to sell you stuff and yelling and honking and everything else.
Will pause now - need to bed prep. Write in a few.
Exploring was fun. We saw what was about and what we can do on the street. There are a lot of restaurants about, with the guys who come up to you in the middle of hte street to get you to go eat there. One of the guys asked me to dance. Since he's significantly older than me and I didn't want to randomly dance with a complete stranger in the middle of the street, I said no
Anyway, back to the recap.
At the AFS offices we met Cemre, who does host family coordination and Becet (Why did I call him that? We all called him Mert), who is also going to be hanging out wiht us this week - he, too, did a year in the US. He's from Ankara, the capital, which is significantly smaller than Istanbul, from what I understand.
Anyway, at the AFS office, we had dinner - Turkish pizza, or Pide. It's on flat bread and doesn't normally have sauce between the bread and the toppings. It's still really good - better than American pizza, anyway. Pide isn't cheese-based, which is different - like, the veggie ones were just veggies and pide and maybe some oil to hold it together.
Anyway, the hostel is really cool. The stairs are tightly winding and sort of steep, but not impossibly so. Since this is a hostel, the room is kind of small, but it works out well enough. We have four beds: one set of bunks (I'm on the top) and one set of twins. From the street, we have a really cool view of the Blue Mosque, or the Sultanahmet Cami (the computer doesn't do the 'i' right! Gah! The 'i' isn't supposed to have a dot on top). According to the guidebook, it was built to rival the Aya Sophia visually (well, it wasn't intended to, but it does anyway). There are 260 windows, and has the largest courtyard of any Ottoman mosque. The original stained-glass windows were Venitian.
Anyway, that's all for that.
When we wandered around tonight, I found it interesting how few people were out and about. Cemre said that it's even a good day for traffic because everyone is out of town to celebrate Ramadan, and are probably staying out a few extra days. Istanbul is definitely a lot more quiet than Cusco or Lima were. This is probably in part due to Cemre's hypothesis and also partly due to the fact that Cusco and Lima were in Super Celebration Mode when we were there. Also, I think Cusco is way more into tourism for he economy, so more people are trying to sell you stuff and yelling and honking and everything else.
Will pause now - need to bed prep. Write in a few.
"The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck." - Ralph Waldo Emerson (Entry 5, Day 2)
Monday, 12 August, 2012: 8:21 PM, Turkey time; Oriental Hostel
We made it without dying, getting hurt, or any other type of malady! WOOHOO! (I did have a weird dream, but whatever).
Istanbul is so cool. We passed through a bunch of different neighborhoods - the run-down areas where you can see that there once was a second floor that no longer exists, to the super-swanky office building areas - as well as several eras of history, from aqueducts to the Hagia Sophia (from the outside) (not actually sure that what we saw was, in fact, the Aya Sophia, but whatever) to various forts and modern architecture. It's a lot of history to cram into one city.
The scenery, as a result, is amazing. When we were heading to the hostel from the AFS offices, we crossed one of the rivers as the sun set. There weren't any clouds, so it was simply a perfect orange circle hanging over hills covered in buildings reflecting off of the water in a warm glow. The mosques, backlit, are so pretty.
The flight over was very uneventful. They fed us at maybe 1 AM, as previously mentioned, and again at 7:30 AM (eastern time). I was able to get an okay amount of sleep. Nobody in front of me was leaning back, and I was able to lean my chair back because there was nobody behind me. I had a weird dream about swimming in clear blue water and teddy bears that change color based on one's celebrity status.
When we landed, we spent an hour (maybe) after the touchdown waiting to get through the passport checkpoint. Then we went to the AFS office with Jon, a returned student who had spent a year in Michigan.
Right, I nee to go unpack and brush my teeth and such. We're going to explore (maybe), so I'll write after that.
A/N: So the Turks spell some things differently from Americans. Jon's name is technically spelled Can, because C has a J sort of sound. That's not the only thing - รง is 'ch' and my computer can't type the "s" with the squiggly thing under that; it's pronounced as 'sh.'
We made it without dying, getting hurt, or any other type of malady! WOOHOO! (I did have a weird dream, but whatever).
Istanbul is so cool. We passed through a bunch of different neighborhoods - the run-down areas where you can see that there once was a second floor that no longer exists, to the super-swanky office building areas - as well as several eras of history, from aqueducts to the Hagia Sophia (from the outside) (not actually sure that what we saw was, in fact, the Aya Sophia, but whatever) to various forts and modern architecture. It's a lot of history to cram into one city.
The scenery, as a result, is amazing. When we were heading to the hostel from the AFS offices, we crossed one of the rivers as the sun set. There weren't any clouds, so it was simply a perfect orange circle hanging over hills covered in buildings reflecting off of the water in a warm glow. The mosques, backlit, are so pretty.
The flight over was very uneventful. They fed us at maybe 1 AM, as previously mentioned, and again at 7:30 AM (eastern time). I was able to get an okay amount of sleep. Nobody in front of me was leaning back, and I was able to lean my chair back because there was nobody behind me. I had a weird dream about swimming in clear blue water and teddy bears that change color based on one's celebrity status.
When we landed, we spent an hour (maybe) after the touchdown waiting to get through the passport checkpoint. Then we went to the AFS office with Jon, a returned student who had spent a year in Michigan.
Right, I nee to go unpack and brush my teeth and such. We're going to explore (maybe), so I'll write after that.
A/N: So the Turks spell some things differently from Americans. Jon's name is technically spelled Can, because C has a J sort of sound. That's not the only thing - รง is 'ch' and my computer can't type the "s" with the squiggly thing under that; it's pronounced as 'sh.'
"Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey." - Babs Hoffman (Entry 4, Day 1/ 2)
Later, 12:54 AM
Well... the cheesecake was good. I'm pretty sure that's the best that can be said about plane food attempts beyond cookies/ pretzels/ peanuts - that the cheesecake is good, and that the cherry juice has an interesting flavor. It's definitely cherry-flavored, but it's cherry in the way grape juice is grape. You can definitely tell that it's grape, but it tastes a little bit different from the actual fruit itself.
Currently, Mother is watching (rather, zoning out from) a program on wildlife, it seems, that somehow involves epic mountain vistas and also baby ducklings. I don't know whether or not she's actually awake - she has the face mask on that they give you on long flights like this, and she has the blanket and the pillow too, but she also said "bless you" when I sneezed at the beginning of writing this paragraph. She may be playing the whole game of "Maybe if I cover my eyes and make it look like I'm sleeping, these hooligans will leave me alone." oN the other hand, it's after 1:00 AM now. She could be legitimately zoning out and trying to go to bed. I might try the same - no, I will try the same - once the tray is gone and the table can go up again.
But that shan't happen quite yet - right now they're coming around with after-dinner tea/ coffee/ etc, and also dried apricots in packages.
Man, for one flight from the US every day, the airline must go through a lot of waste. they have a dinner AND breakfast shift (though one would assume that people may try to eat before, but someone might have a connecting flight without food. You never know.)
Anyway, I've written enough, it seems, and Mom has sacrificed her cheesecake, so I'm stopping for now. Will write upon arrival at hostel/ end of day.
Well... the cheesecake was good. I'm pretty sure that's the best that can be said about plane food attempts beyond cookies/ pretzels/ peanuts - that the cheesecake is good, and that the cherry juice has an interesting flavor. It's definitely cherry-flavored, but it's cherry in the way grape juice is grape. You can definitely tell that it's grape, but it tastes a little bit different from the actual fruit itself.
Currently, Mother is watching (rather, zoning out from) a program on wildlife, it seems, that somehow involves epic mountain vistas and also baby ducklings. I don't know whether or not she's actually awake - she has the face mask on that they give you on long flights like this, and she has the blanket and the pillow too, but she also said "bless you" when I sneezed at the beginning of writing this paragraph. She may be playing the whole game of "Maybe if I cover my eyes and make it look like I'm sleeping, these hooligans will leave me alone." oN the other hand, it's after 1:00 AM now. She could be legitimately zoning out and trying to go to bed. I might try the same - no, I will try the same - once the tray is gone and the table can go up again.
But that shan't happen quite yet - right now they're coming around with after-dinner tea/ coffee/ etc, and also dried apricots in packages.
Man, for one flight from the US every day, the airline must go through a lot of waste. they have a dinner AND breakfast shift (though one would assume that people may try to eat before, but someone might have a connecting flight without food. You never know.)
Anyway, I've written enough, it seems, and Mom has sacrificed her cheesecake, so I'm stopping for now. Will write upon arrival at hostel/ end of day.
"Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey." - Babs Hoffman (Entry 3, Day 1/ 2)
Monday, 12 August, 2013; 12:18 AM Eastern Time; plane
Okay, I admit, I didn't check up on a lot of history in the guidebook. To be fair, the guidebook is for current, not past, things to do.
Anyway, we've been on the plane for about an hour, and it's pretty standard, as planes go. It's one of those planes that have eight seats across (four in the middle and two on each side), which I haven't been in too often, at least that I remember. I know we had a plane seated like this to Switzerland, but I don't remember any other time.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've seen seats on a plane that are sea foam green. This is also one of the only flights I've been on that hasn't been completely freezing. I might just not notice it because I have a jacket on, but the last overnight flight I've done - the one to Switzerland - I was curling up in a ball under/ into my tie-dye sweatshirt and with maybe a blanket, but I still couldn't get to a decent temperature. I also couldn't get a proper level of comfort or leg room, period. (it might have been because the person sitting in front of me had leaned their seat back ALL THE WAY, which leads to crampiness). (A/N: also, planes.)
Also, the staff is ocming around with dinner. As stated in the Peru entries, I'm not sure how much of it I actually want to eat - it's all processed, packaged, and reheated, and also probably more man-made than chicken- or cod-based (those were the options).
Okay, I admit, I didn't check up on a lot of history in the guidebook. To be fair, the guidebook is for current, not past, things to do.
Anyway, we've been on the plane for about an hour, and it's pretty standard, as planes go. It's one of those planes that have eight seats across (four in the middle and two on each side), which I haven't been in too often, at least that I remember. I know we had a plane seated like this to Switzerland, but I don't remember any other time.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've seen seats on a plane that are sea foam green. This is also one of the only flights I've been on that hasn't been completely freezing. I might just not notice it because I have a jacket on, but the last overnight flight I've done - the one to Switzerland - I was curling up in a ball under/ into my tie-dye sweatshirt and with maybe a blanket, but I still couldn't get to a decent temperature. I also couldn't get a proper level of comfort or leg room, period. (it might have been because the person sitting in front of me had leaned their seat back ALL THE WAY, which leads to crampiness). (A/N: also, planes.)
Also, the staff is ocming around with dinner. As stated in the Peru entries, I'm not sure how much of it I actually want to eat - it's all processed, packaged, and reheated, and also probably more man-made than chicken- or cod-based (those were the options).
Sunday, September 1, 2013
"Stop worrying about the potholes on the road and enjoy the journey." - Babs Hoffman (Entry 2, Day 1)
Sunday, August 11, 2013; 10:12 PM; Airport
Had a nice talk with Alex and Katie at Starbucks until the Starbucks people threw us out because it's closing time for all the commercial places.
Anyway, Istanbul was named such in 1453, after much tribal and regional warfare. Obviously, I'm skipping over a lot of the history of the city, but we're maybe boarding soon, so I'm going to peace out, read the guidebook, and check back in later.
Had a nice talk with Alex and Katie at Starbucks until the Starbucks people threw us out because it's closing time for all the commercial places.
Anyway, Istanbul was named such in 1453, after much tribal and regional warfare. Obviously, I'm skipping over a lot of the history of the city, but we're maybe boarding soon, so I'm going to peace out, read the guidebook, and check back in later.
"Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey." - Babs Hoffman (Day 1, Entry 1)
Sunday, 11 August, 2013; 9:20 PM; Airport
We're two hours from the departure time, and I'm really excited. I think I'm the sort of traveller who only gets really excited when they're actually at the airport, through security, and listening to the random little girls playing with their dolls and such. Or it could just be the fact that I missed about half the meetings because, you know, school. Anyway, we're here, and I'm EXCITED.
We're doing a different sort of adventure from in Turkey than the one we did in Peru. This is so much more of a culture/ history thing. It's not much of an outdoorsy, danger (ha), hiking type of thing. Of course, while the whole thing is an adventure, the history in Istanbul is recorded so far back, whereas in Peru there's no recorded writing from that far back. There's pottery from 8000 BC, but there's no alphabet type of thing.
Istanbul, on the other hand, has been a center of the Roman empire and the Greeks before them. It started as Byzantium in 667 BC, named after the leader, Byzas, of the colonists from Megara. The next name change happened in the reign of Constantine, in 330 AD, who named it Constantinople and the centre of the Roman empire.
(Starbucks run. Back later)
We're two hours from the departure time, and I'm really excited. I think I'm the sort of traveller who only gets really excited when they're actually at the airport, through security, and listening to the random little girls playing with their dolls and such. Or it could just be the fact that I missed about half the meetings because, you know, school. Anyway, we're here, and I'm EXCITED.
We're doing a different sort of adventure from in Turkey than the one we did in Peru. This is so much more of a culture/ history thing. It's not much of an outdoorsy, danger (ha), hiking type of thing. Of course, while the whole thing is an adventure, the history in Istanbul is recorded so far back, whereas in Peru there's no recorded writing from that far back. There's pottery from 8000 BC, but there's no alphabet type of thing.
Istanbul, on the other hand, has been a center of the Roman empire and the Greeks before them. It started as Byzantium in 667 BC, named after the leader, Byzas, of the colonists from Megara. The next name change happened in the reign of Constantine, in 330 AD, who named it Constantinople and the centre of the Roman empire.
(Starbucks run. Back later)
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Back at School
Well, I'm back for another semester of school, which is exciting but saddening. It's been an AMAZING summer, and I've had some incredible adventures. I wouldn't want summer to end if it meant I could go to a bunch of amazing places all the time.
But summer isn't eternal this far above the equator, so fall must come and with it, school. It's nice to see my friends and my brothers again, even though it means that I'm going to have to, you know, go to class, do homework, and study. The usual stuff.
Of course, that also means that I get to see my friends again, and that I get to devote a lot of weekend time to service with my fraternity and DnD on Saturdays. It means I get to watch Sci-Fi on Fridays and have an excuse to be a hooligan (we are college students, after all).
Fall means NaNoWriMo and impending cold weather; it means school and the ending of warm times. I don't think anything is truly bad, so I can't say I hate fall or winter; I would just really prefer for it to be spring or summer a lot of the year. That would be great.
But, alas, I am back at school, in my new dorm, still improperly unpacked. My roommate doesn't move in until Saturday, so I have an excuse to be a bit of a slob until then (I probably shouldn't be a slob, though, because that probably means I'll just have to clear it all up later). At any rate, I'm here, whether I like it or not.
But summer isn't eternal this far above the equator, so fall must come and with it, school. It's nice to see my friends and my brothers again, even though it means that I'm going to have to, you know, go to class, do homework, and study. The usual stuff.
Of course, that also means that I get to see my friends again, and that I get to devote a lot of weekend time to service with my fraternity and DnD on Saturdays. It means I get to watch Sci-Fi on Fridays and have an excuse to be a hooligan (we are college students, after all).
Fall means NaNoWriMo and impending cold weather; it means school and the ending of warm times. I don't think anything is truly bad, so I can't say I hate fall or winter; I would just really prefer for it to be spring or summer a lot of the year. That would be great.
But, alas, I am back at school, in my new dorm, still improperly unpacked. My roommate doesn't move in until Saturday, so I have an excuse to be a bit of a slob until then (I probably shouldn't be a slob, though, because that probably means I'll just have to clear it all up later). At any rate, I'm here, whether I like it or not.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Returned and anniversary!
Well, I'm home, if only for two nights. Today has been mostly dedicated to unpacking and repacking and trying to figure out what I do and don't need to bring to school. (For some reason, this information can easily slip out of one's head in a year's time).
You know what's NOT something that easily slips out of one's head? ANNIVERSARIES! Yes, this blog has officially, as of today, been around for a year. It's interesting to look back and forward - to what has come along, what hasn't, and to what prospects I have for the future - and to see all the differences. This summer was definitely different from last year - if only because I didn't really have a job this summer. Yes, I wrote a lot and knitted a lot and reopened my Etsy page and all those things, but I didn't have a technical "job." That being said, I was able to travel farther and wider than I was able to last year, which is really nice. The time in the middle - yes, school - taught me a lot about a lot of different academic topics, how to sprint through an essay and still pass it, and how to deal with people as an introvert (pro tip: STUDYING ON YOUR OWN HELPS YOUR GRADES AND YOUR INTROVERSION).
In business news, the coolness of Turkey is mind-blowing, and everyone is extremely nice. We learned a ton about history, religion, and culture, and I learned a bit about the issues that sparked the Taksim protests. (in its simplest form, it involves people getting fed up with government favoritism and then people getting mad at the police violently ambushing protesters in their sleep). Anyway, as what happened in Peru, I kept a journal; I will be typing those up, as I did for Peru. The difference is that this time you will be getting occasional BONUS ENTRIES!! Since Byzantium was founded in 667 BC, and therefore the city (or the concept of it, at least; there have been several citywide fires) has been around for 2500 years, there is a LOT of history - and a lot more recorded history than the Inka had, since the Inka didn't have a writing system and Istanbul/ Constantinople/ Byzantium was under the influence of Greeks and the Romans before the Ottomans.
In short, there's a lot more recorded history - a lot of which I didn't get to in the journal. Since I'm moving back into school early (aka tomorrow), I will have almost a week in which I can do absolutely nothing except type and research old mosques to every extent I feel like.
With that, I must return to packing.
You know what's NOT something that easily slips out of one's head? ANNIVERSARIES! Yes, this blog has officially, as of today, been around for a year. It's interesting to look back and forward - to what has come along, what hasn't, and to what prospects I have for the future - and to see all the differences. This summer was definitely different from last year - if only because I didn't really have a job this summer. Yes, I wrote a lot and knitted a lot and reopened my Etsy page and all those things, but I didn't have a technical "job." That being said, I was able to travel farther and wider than I was able to last year, which is really nice. The time in the middle - yes, school - taught me a lot about a lot of different academic topics, how to sprint through an essay and still pass it, and how to deal with people as an introvert (pro tip: STUDYING ON YOUR OWN HELPS YOUR GRADES AND YOUR INTROVERSION).
In business news, the coolness of Turkey is mind-blowing, and everyone is extremely nice. We learned a ton about history, religion, and culture, and I learned a bit about the issues that sparked the Taksim protests. (in its simplest form, it involves people getting fed up with government favoritism and then people getting mad at the police violently ambushing protesters in their sleep). Anyway, as what happened in Peru, I kept a journal; I will be typing those up, as I did for Peru. The difference is that this time you will be getting occasional BONUS ENTRIES!! Since Byzantium was founded in 667 BC, and therefore the city (or the concept of it, at least; there have been several citywide fires) has been around for 2500 years, there is a LOT of history - and a lot more recorded history than the Inka had, since the Inka didn't have a writing system and Istanbul/ Constantinople/ Byzantium was under the influence of Greeks and the Romans before the Ottomans.
In short, there's a lot more recorded history - a lot of which I didn't get to in the journal. Since I'm moving back into school early (aka tomorrow), I will have almost a week in which I can do absolutely nothing except type and research old mosques to every extent I feel like.
With that, I must return to packing.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
The Second Adventure
Well, it's nearly the end of the summer, and I'm once again off to a wild and awesome place. This time, I'm going to Istanbul, Turkey. I'm almost repeating what I did at the beginning of the summer in reverse: I finished finals, sprinted home for two nights and the day in between, and then raced off to Peru for two weeks. Now, I'm heading off to Turkey for two weeks, then staying at home for two nights and the day in between, and racing off to school to help with freshman move-in. Funny how that works out.
Anyhow, I'm sorry I haven't posted too much during August (and the fact that I haven't posted much lately in general). I'll try to work on that as the semester starts up again. I'm going to do the same thing that I did for Peru: I'm keeping a journal (the same journal with the quotes that I used in Peru), and then typing it up here. Hopefully it'll all work out. This time, I've been asked to do a video as well. AFS, the organization that helped plan the trip, is a foreign exchange program - they help students go to year-long study abroad programs (a good friend of mine just got back from doing a year in Germany), as well as group programs. Since AFS hasn't yet done a group trip to Turkey, we're the guinea pigs, and I've been asked to maybe do a video about it. So... yeah. I'll be doing that as well.
Unfortunately, we're doing a flight at 11:30 PM, which means I need to eat, shower, take out my contact lenses, and prepare for ADVENTURE!!!!!!!!!!!
(Also, my mom gets to go to Troy while the non-adults are doing home-stays. I'm exceptionally jealous of her, but whatever. I'll get over it. Eventually.)
Anyhow, I'm sorry I haven't posted too much during August (and the fact that I haven't posted much lately in general). I'll try to work on that as the semester starts up again. I'm going to do the same thing that I did for Peru: I'm keeping a journal (the same journal with the quotes that I used in Peru), and then typing it up here. Hopefully it'll all work out. This time, I've been asked to do a video as well. AFS, the organization that helped plan the trip, is a foreign exchange program - they help students go to year-long study abroad programs (a good friend of mine just got back from doing a year in Germany), as well as group programs. Since AFS hasn't yet done a group trip to Turkey, we're the guinea pigs, and I've been asked to maybe do a video about it. So... yeah. I'll be doing that as well.
Unfortunately, we're doing a flight at 11:30 PM, which means I need to eat, shower, take out my contact lenses, and prepare for ADVENTURE!!!!!!!!!!!
(Also, my mom gets to go to Troy while the non-adults are doing home-stays. I'm exceptionally jealous of her, but whatever. I'll get over it. Eventually.)
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