We are in Turkey for the day and will fly out to Iraq late tonight. The first leg of the journey was pretty uneventful - thankfully. We finally got some good sleep last night at our hotel in Istanbul. Jeff & I don't sleep well on planes, so we only got about 3 hours of sleep while in transit. We woke up at 5 am, well before the call to prayer, but we did go to bed about 9 last night. So, hopefully we can work out this jet lag in the next couple days! It is great to be back In Turkey, I always forget how much I love it here. It feels a little like home to me since I lived here for 6 months .... geeze, was that 4 years ago already? I was telling our taxi driver that last night because he was asking me about where I learned Turkish and he laughed at me and told me that I sure forgot a lot of words in 4 years... he was right.
I was reading on the plane yesterday and came across this poem 'If' by Rudyard Kipling that pretty much sums up all of the hope, fear, the new beginnings, the sense of self and determination that Jeff & I are so full of right now.
If you can keep your head when all about you
are loosing theirs and blaming it on you;
if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
but make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
or being hated, don't give way to hating,
and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you an meet triumph or disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
and stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;
If you can make a heap of all of your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,,
and loose, and start again at your beginnings
and never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone.
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
except the Will which says to them : "Hold on",
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with kings - nor loose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty second's worth of distance run -
Yours is the earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man, my son!
Clearly, we still have a long ways to go here, and will certainly never fully attain all of this but it feels good to be right where you are supposed to be. I'll try and post some pictures when I have a better connection - it might be a while.
Love and miss you guys already!