Languages and Messages
The view from my terrace. Do I ever have to say goodbye? It's funny how a language comes back in an instant. At the end of June, I hopped on a Turkish Airlines flight for Greece, and in that course of life, I found my barely used Turkish coming back as I heard the stewardess talking to each other and passengers. On that flight, from NYC to Instanbul, I was in the middle seat between two dudes taller than me. They were both the most polite and kind passengers I've encountered in . . . well, forever. One insisted on helping me schlep my tote bag to the overhead compartment (my bag of medications, yes . . . and that's embarrassing to have that many prescription drugs for two months). The other made sure I was left a flight bag and water when I dozed off. In essence, it was a good combination. I read, slept, and watched some blah movies. We all did. As the flight carried on for nine hours, I responded to the stewardess in Tur...