Adventures of The Filthy Five (Part 2)

O Muses, go forth and continue to spin your golden threads and weave us the continuing tales of the Filthy Five; tales of such resounding strength that would liken the raging Achilles to a docile housecat; tales of such discovery and adventure that the conquests and...

A whole new world

Cultural immersion I am growing into my life as a young man, becoming wise to the ways of the world. Here and now I have a fresh new perspective on everything. At least that is how I have been thinking about it… Life and leisure is conducted in a different...

The Hidden Glory of Weekends

We are all lucky to be here in Gazipasa.  To have the opportunity to come to such a beautiful part of the world and to be able to do the kinds of things that we’re doing is truly something special.  However, despite everything we do here, despite the amazing site,...

Sleep

Sleep. There could never be enough to sate this ever present hangover of exhaustion. A veneer of slowness coats every word from my mouth, becoming ever so slightly more obvious after each day, like a white plastic home security console slowly yellowing year after...

Why does archaeology even matter?

There is a reason why archaeology appeals to me; I am an intellectual glutton. I freely admit it. I have a need to ask questions and hoard as much information as I can about a variety of topics. Archaeology allows me to do both, which is deeply rewarding for me...

Hassanapalooza!

This weekend, I got to experience a wonderful Turkish tradition. Hassan, one of the Turkish archeological workers, invited our whole archeology group to his party in which all his family and friends celebrate him partaking in the military. It is required by law that...

The Cave

Saturday mornings are always filled with the exciting prospects of freedom, leisure, and exploration. The words “free day” rattle around in our heads, dizzying us with excitement as we imagine what the day holds for us. This Saturday, however, is no ordinary Saturday....

A Day in the Trench

4:55 AM— My alarm goes off before the sun has risen. I get up five minutes earlier than the other girls in the room so I can get a spot in the bathroom. Once we’re all up the six of us shuffle around each other with half-opened eyes, sniffing our dig clothes and...

Fear Factor Breakfast

I expected to face many trials on this archaeological expedition– scorching heat, demanding physical labor, awkward farmer’s tans—but Turkish bees never crossed my mind. “Bees?” you may ask, “what’s so bad about bees? If you don’t bother them, they won’t bother...