I have observed two things.
- I hate Turkish breakfast food. It is generally a buffet type deal with the same type of vegetables, tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, weird goopy brown stuff in a bowl. Then some kind of breadish thing. The first hotel I stayed in had some decent bread-y type thingers (some delish bread-y cheese thing one morning and *be still my heart!* a turkish version of french toast another morning) but since that first hotel: dissappointment in all bread-stuffs. Yuck. Turkish people do not eat sweet things (apparently) for breakfast. I miss chocolate croissants! Or even cereal! (gag)
Sorry, I didn't nab a photo of the buffets. I was too busy being a picky eater.
-The Turks do not use Top Sheets. Just blankets or duvets or whatever. The hotel I'm currently in just uses a scratchy, rough blanket as a top sheet. I certainly found out how sensitive my skin is from it. I had to break out my sleep sheet (a kind of ultra-thin sleeping bag that weighs about a pound and is super comfy) in order to get any shut eye. Tip: Get a sleep sheet!! I use this one by Cocoon and LOVE it (Just be sure to wash on gentle cycle and air dry):
-The temperature here goes from a pleasant 74 to a scalding 1 million in under three minutes. (Okay, 95 with 99% humidity and a side of ridiculously uncomfortable. Seriously. I love summer on the east coast, this is an entirely different animal.) I painstakingly hand washed, rinsed and wrung out six days worth of sweaty clothing (Travelers here live in a perpetual state of dampness. While the locals are perfectly dry. Amazing.) Then I laid every towel in the room on top of the dusty patio furniture on my balcony and proceeded to cover every inch of that furniture with wet clothing. Every hour or so I would go and turn the clothes around or over so they would dry faster/thoroughly. But by then it was dark out and the temperature was a coolish 74 degrees, and so it remained the night through. By morning I went to check on the clothing. It was still somewhat damp, which was unexpected. I mean, I'm in freaking Turkey in the summer! About 30 minutes after I checked it, the sun came streaming onto the balcony and it was immediately over 90 degrees! 15 minutes later: Ding! Dry as a Matzoh cracker in the desert.
- I hate Turkish breakfast food. It is generally a buffet type deal with the same type of vegetables, tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, weird goopy brown stuff in a bowl. Then some kind of breadish thing. The first hotel I stayed in had some decent bread-y type thingers (some delish bread-y cheese thing one morning and *be still my heart!* a turkish version of french toast another morning) but since that first hotel: dissappointment in all bread-stuffs. Yuck. Turkish people do not eat sweet things (apparently) for breakfast. I miss chocolate croissants! Or even cereal! (gag)
Sorry, I didn't nab a photo of the buffets. I was too busy being a picky eater.
-The Turks do not use Top Sheets. Just blankets or duvets or whatever. The hotel I'm currently in just uses a scratchy, rough blanket as a top sheet. I certainly found out how sensitive my skin is from it. I had to break out my sleep sheet (a kind of ultra-thin sleeping bag that weighs about a pound and is super comfy) in order to get any shut eye. Tip: Get a sleep sheet!! I use this one by Cocoon and LOVE it (Just be sure to wash on gentle cycle and air dry):
-The temperature here goes from a pleasant 74 to a scalding 1 million in under three minutes. (Okay, 95 with 99% humidity and a side of ridiculously uncomfortable. Seriously. I love summer on the east coast, this is an entirely different animal.) I painstakingly hand washed, rinsed and wrung out six days worth of sweaty clothing (Travelers here live in a perpetual state of dampness. While the locals are perfectly dry. Amazing.) Then I laid every towel in the room on top of the dusty patio furniture on my balcony and proceeded to cover every inch of that furniture with wet clothing. Every hour or so I would go and turn the clothes around or over so they would dry faster/thoroughly. But by then it was dark out and the temperature was a coolish 74 degrees, and so it remained the night through. By morning I went to check on the clothing. It was still somewhat damp, which was unexpected. I mean, I'm in freaking Turkey in the summer! About 30 minutes after I checked it, the sun came streaming onto the balcony and it was immediately over 90 degrees! 15 minutes later: Ding! Dry as a Matzoh cracker in the desert.
We decided that Michael must be part Turkish...It was the no top sheet that was the clue!!!
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