That’s what the hotelier told me first thing this morning — “Ice! Pure ice.”
Sultanahmet is beautiful right now and there aren’t that many tourists out. So I’m going to see if I can sneak into Hagia Sofia (Ayasofia in Turkish) after posting this.
I was supposed to give a workshop today on English CV-writing, for an NGO I’ve been doing some English proofreading for called Afkar. Unfortunately it was postponed because of the snow.
The organisation is expanding. Yesterday I checked out the space they’ve leased in Fatiah, a central district of Istanbul. They are planning and running various classes — I am hoping to attend beginner’s Arabic at some point in the future.
We had Syrian for dinner afterwards. Why ever go back to normal rice?
If you click on this link it should send you to a video news report on Afkar’s most well known work, an orphanage in Eastern Aleppo (they evacuated the children to Idlib province recently).
For dessert we had probably my favourite Syrian food, Halawet El-Jibn, حلاوة الجبن. White cheese pastry rolls with pistachio and sugar drizzle. My new friends let me have the lion’s share of what is pictured. I didn’t hesitate too much.