We came to Konya to be near Rumi. Near in any sense. Just near. Near is good. Might our poetry improve? Our philosophy? Our humanity?…
Welcome to Konya, spiritual home of The Order of the Mevlevi, a Sufi form of Islamic philosophy and mysticism founded after the passing of poet…
Arriving in arid Cappadocia, fresh off a forty-five minute boat ride from Greece and a sixteen-hour bus ride from the Turkish Mediterranean, the change in…
Cappadocia is a glorious intertwine of geology and human need. The need? Shelter. The geology? Tuff: compressed volcanic ash. As a rock, it doesn’t live…
You sit in the Bodrum bus station making Turkish flashcards and keeping an eye on the luggage as the Greek passenger ferry that brought you here…
What is it about this island that leads you to wild daydreaming? On a private patch of sand, looking out over the turquoise coastal waters…
Finnegan and Anastasia had rented a donkey, loaded it with two paniers, and gone to visit Anastasia’s grandmother, the matriarch of the Demetriades. This was…
After a few days they came to Naxos, the home of Ariadne and the white wine. And also the home of Anastasia Demetriades who claimed…
I was an eighteen-year-old college student the first time I visited Greece. It was January and I was interning at an American international school in…
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