Leslie takes her first timid steps out of the former Communist bloc to explore a land of strong coffee, ancient ruins, agglutinative grammar and streets named after Atatürk.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Addendum to yesterday's post
My host mom came home at 8:30 (about two hours after I had finished drinking) and the first thing she said to me was, "Wow, your Turkish is really good today!" I always thought the "alcohol = instant foreign language skills improvement" thing didn't work for me, but apparently I'm misjudging!
First a Fulbrighter, then a grad student in Eurasian, Russian and East European studies, now a footloose, fancy-free, unabashedly nerdy Eurasia "expert."
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