05 July, 2010

Traveling with dad

Whatever reservations i had about a 71-year young father traveling overseas for the first time in his life were soon assuaged. He settled into our hostel near Sultanahmet effortlessly: woken by the 5 a.m. call to prayer from a nearby mosque, he made the best of it by chatting with student travelers from Czech Republic still awake in the street. The next morning, upon meeting an Argentine woman, dad launched into a bit of rusty Spanish - rusty because he'd learned it in 1952.