Cracks of deliciousness

This week I have been in a very confused blur. Every day I have been massively confused as to why I am not in England, and have got lost about 7 times in locations that I know very well. I do not really know why this has been happening or what this means. I am going to put it down to the freezing cold weather that has consumed Ankara. Apparently, it will be minus 10 in a few days’ time, and will quickly drop down to as low as minus 27. Thank god I have got my beautiful granddad coat to keep me warm and toasty. However, I am living in perpetual fear of when it becomes icey and my knee inevitably dislocates and I cannot walk for seven years.

This week has mainly been consistent of being reminded that I actually am at university, and that I actually do have exams. I have also forgotten how to write and recently spelt “petal” “peetle” which is an encouraging sign. One out of five exams have been completed with relative ease.  (The most relaxed exam I’ve ever had in my university career)

Yesterday we celebrated Thanks Giving with people of all nationalities, which included myself getting very militant in the kitchen, (do not question my authority) a very interesting grocery shop by the guys (since when was flour and salad an essential part of thanks giving?) and a lovely evening.

Thomas, my dutch friend told me a very funny story about a Turkish guy referring to a muffin as “ones with cracks of deliciousness” which had me laughing for a good ten minutes. It is correct, muffins do have cracks of deliciousness.  Vit also famously remarked  “She may be French, but she is still a girl” in reference to Dorienne –  and hilarity ensued once more.  (Vit has previously asked Dorienne if she voted for Sarkozy because they had matching noses – a natural charmer)