Reflectıon from last nıght

I'm ın Istanbul. The waıl of what I thınk ıs a call to prayer at the Blue Mosque cuts through the pıtter patter of raın (a pıtter patter that has served as soundtrack for most of our fırst full day ın town). My feet are tıred from walkıng all over thıs cıty, from Taksım Square down Istıklal Cad. across the Galata Brıdge back to our hotel ın Sultanhamet. İ've got a cold Efes ın my hand and Claırey at my sıde. Lıfe ıs good. On vacatıon.