Homesick and at my lowest point in culture shock, a visit from a friend that I hadn't seen in 2 1/2 years couldn't have come at a better time. Poor Megan's first taste of Turkey was a 4 hour Havas ride from the airport--it was the night that Hrant Dink (the Armenian journalist) was murdered on Istiklal. Charming and always ready for an adventure, Megan let me show off the city and helped me rediscover the things that I love about Istanbul. She even saw the insanity that is my job and the monstrosity that is the school I work in. Thank you, Megan.
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