We’ve really loved the food here in Turkey.  The kebabs (or kebaps) are almost always good, and sometimes fantastic (okay, so I’m a sucker for grilled meat on a stick).  The only problem is, I don’t have Amy’s iron stomach, and I got the bug a couple of days ago.  Amy and I were mostly eating the same things, and had exactly the same dinner the night before, but while I’m suffering, Amy is fine.

She’s not a very sympathetic healthy person.  She came back to the pension (small hotel) two nights ago raving about how she’d just had the best chicken kebab at dinner, then did the same thing after lunch today.  The next time she’s sick when I’m healthy, I plan to eat as much chocolate in front of her as I can.