The Day at the Museum

I’ve always been a big fan of spending a few hours in a cozy building surrounded by pictures, statues, or possessions of either dead people or supposed gods. It is so intriguing to be able to see such artifacts with your own eyes whether it be a rusty fishhook...

The Root, The Stone, And The Shovel

Now I’d like to take the time to fully elaborate what I’m doing ‘job-wise’ in Turkey. I hope those at home don’t think that I spend ALL my time on the beach, for my purpose thus far has been to endure intensive manual labor in the name of...

Week 1

I’m not going to lie, the first few days in Gazipasa were a struggle; not a struggle in which one must cope with homesickness or culture shock, but rather a physical struggle; a product of bad luck.  Details are of little importance, but the ailment not only...