Köfte, Keftedes, kafta

It’s 1pm in Turkey and I just landed in Istanbul. I spent my first expensive 120 Turkish Liras on a private Taxi to Fendekzade. Abdulrahman; a Turkish driver with a perfect Jordanian dialect escorted me to my hotel & suggested to share a seafood platter for dinner; with my perfect Zahle dialect I gently responded…

17th stop: Greece

I have good vibes for Greece. Having spent some childhood holidays on the Greek Islands; although I couldn’t tell the difference between Beirut and Rhodes; I recall the clearance of the Mediterranean water and my seven years older brother sneaking a peek at Greek women tanning their bare boobs while I was busy playing jackpot…