Category Archives: Visits from the Karagöz puppets

Tea at breakfast: Sweltering in my smile with Hacivad and Karagöz

Posted on August 13, 2011 by lizcameron

Strong shafts of heat hit my back as I walk up the stairs from the guest room.  It is not yet nine in the morning, and already dry-hot beyond my comfort level.  Sliding into a space next to M. after … Continue reading →

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Cue the dancing girls: They finally emerge from my purse for a moon dance

Posted on August 9, 2011 by lizcameron

There is a rustling and a jingling somewhere on the floor.  Sleep holds in gravity against my eyelids, which are leaden and deeply in stasis.  I think “scorpion on the floor.” Karagöz giggles mercilessly in my ear, causing my adrenalin … Continue reading →

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Quality time with bikinis, books and the dancing ladies in Bodrum

Posted on August 8, 2011 by lizcameron

The year is 2004.  The day is indiscernible between sunshine, jet-lag, enjoying a visit with my boyfriend’s family and on-again, off-again culture shock.  It is mid-afternoon, and I am tanning and reading just steps from the Aegean in a gated … Continue reading →

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