Alternate Vision

It doesn't feel like 1.5 years ago that I was in Adana. More like yesterday. Juan and I would come from work in the sweltering 100+F heat and go straight to the lady downstairs "birtane portakal suyu lutfen" (one glass orange juice please) . The day would start that way too, with a glass of portakal suyu. Come sundown, the regular diet was some adana kebap washed down with Efes. I don't miss Adana so much as I miss the food, and the rest of the country. And the random trips to Istanbul or where have you, the familia, the beaches, the trainee gossip, visitors, Mustafa Sandal (but it had to be heard in Ayhan's car speakers after midnight speeding by Lake Seyhan or you weren't doing justice to the music) . Turkey you gem you...