Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Konya, Turkey




One of the many mosques in Konya

The Seven Advices of Mevlana (Rumi)

1. In generosity and helping others, be like a river.
2. In compassion and grace, be like the sun.
3. In concealing others' faults, be like the night.
4. In anger and fury, be like the dead.
5. In modesty and humility, be like the earth.
6. In tolerance, be like the sea.
7. Either exist as you are or be as you look.

Konya is a city in Turkey that shares it's history with the founding of the whirling dervishes, the sufi denomination (for lack of a better word) of Islam, and the beauty of Rumi's words. I went there in February after reading the novel The Forty Rules of Love, by Elif Shafak. The book was one of those that changes your life. In fact, when I closed the back cover I wept for the beauty of the words. I didn't agree with everything in the book or the characters all the time, but the beauty of the words were overwhelming. Anyway, since the novel takes place in Konya for part of the book, I felt the need to explore.

Al Aladdin Mosque where Rumi is said to have lectured and preached before becoming a poet, mystic and starter of the whirling dervishes.

It's about 3 1/2 hours by bus to get to Konya and costs no more than 20 Turkish Lira to get there. There are a plethora of hotels to stay in that are great and come with decent prices. We stayed in the Pasapark hotel which was lovely, clean and had just about the best breakfast buffet included! The staff there were incredibly helpful and kind and even spoke some English. I think our total cost per person for 2 nights (and we had room service one of those nights) was 148 Turkish Lira each. Not bad!! It was also a ten minute walk from the main attractions in the city: the Mevlana Museum, the city center, the bazaar, and a little further out were the Mevlana Cultural Center and the Al Aleddin Mosque (I'm not sure I am spelling that right, but it's one of the oldest mosques).

Our room at the Pasapark Hotel

Nothing says luxury like a pillow menu, right?

Since reading the novel, I was fascinated by the words of Rumi (the founder of the whirling dervishes alongside Shams of Tabriz and the most famous Turkish poet). So one of our first stops was the old mosque and then the Mevlana Museum. We got caught in a rain storm while walking to the museum but it was still wonderful. The museum houses the remains of Rumi, some of his top followers and his family. When you enter the actual museum, you cannot take pictures as it's also his tomb and a place of reverence. People came there simply to pray near the famed mystic, poet and spiritual leader. The sense of spirit in the place was awe inspiring and beautiful. It left me misty-eyed and feeling like I'd had a profound spiritual experience. The rest of the large grounds are covered with tombstones of women, carvings and epitaphs, beautiful grounds and the requisite museum store (that actually had decent prices). It cost a measly 3 Turkish Lira to enter the grounds and it was worth every minute and every kurus. In nice weather, its said that sometimes the dervishes whirl outside the tomb windows.


Kim and I, sopping wet from the sudden deluge of rain.


The Mevlana Museum after the rain cleared off.

Speaking of whirling dervishes, that was also high on our list of things to see. While shopping, we met a man who had lived on the west coast of Canada for sometime and was now selling carpets in Konya. He took us to his shop for tea, a sales pitch and a verbal/map tour of Konya to help us get settled in what we would see. He was really nice and my friend Kim ended up buying a carpet saddle bag from him for a very good price. He also told us that the dervishes perform their whirling ceremony every Saturday night at 8pm for free at the Cultural Centre.... so we put that on our list before heading out to see the mosque, bazaar and a nap!


Our carpet salesman/guide.

When we went to see the dervishes do their thing, I expected it to be very similar to the show I'd seen in Istanbul. But this was so much MORE!! The Mevlana Cultural Centre is on stunning grounds and has both an outdoor and an indoor ampitheatre. Being that it was still very cold out, our show took place indoors. We sat in very comfortable seats that ringed a large wooden space. There were white sheepskins on the floor around part of the ring to mark the spaces of the dervishes and one red one. I'm not sure if he was meant to symbolize Rumi himself or just the head of this particular sect/group. Either way, when the lights went down and in the domed ceiling the twinkling lights meant to be stars went up, you were transported. There were over 20 whirling dervishes on the floor at a time and two of them were young boys. It was beautiful to watch.




And, of course, when in Konya you need to try the local favourite food. I was told that the etli ekmek here is the best so that is what I had for lunch when we were out and about. It is basically a pide (long, thin crusted bread that has meat, cheeses, eggs etc depending on the type you order, and is baked in a stone/fire oven). It was delicious. My friend had the adana kebap, which is spicier, but still very nice.

Etli Ekmek

Is Konya a must see place in Turkey? YES!! I think it is... it is a wonderfully clean city (they were VACUUMING the streets when we were there) with flat even streets that are easy for anyone to navigate. The locals are friendly, the food is good and the sites are worth seeing for sure!
The vacuum was on it's way up the street.

The beautiful streets of Konya.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Spring cometh... whoops! Maybe not!!



The other day, this was the site that greeted me as I opened my curtains. Warm sunshine, sunny blue skies and tiny little pink blossoms beginning to open on the tree in front of my balcony. Spring is my favourite season of the year with all it's newness and fresh colours. I love the way warmth creeps back into your cold bones and into your home. I love the way the warming earth smells even. So, needless to say I was excited and I was READY! Winter is my least favourite season... sure, I can appreciate the beauty of fluffy white snow on a crisp sunny day but the cold... I can't appreciate or love the cold. Not ever. I'm Canadian, this is true, but I have always hated to be cold. I'd rather be in a hot environment than a cold one so winter just isn't my cup of tea. But guess what I woke up to this morning? Yup... more winter. Seems that Ankara isn't as ready for the spring as I am. Blizzard like conditions are raging outside and we have no school tomorrow because of it (which I am immensely grateful for because today we did have school and it was cold and the power blinked about 4 times as well). Anyway... for those of you who love winter... enjoy, the forecast is for snow all week!!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

2011... so not the year of technology for me

Yup, that's right. Although, I can't really lay all the blame on 2011... 2010 played it's part too!! Actually, to be honest, I've always had a love/hate relationship with technology.

In late 2010, my laptop began to show signs of imminent heart failure and eventually died. I then took it to my neighbour who assured me he could fix it... then he assured me that it would take a new hard drive and a little more time than he originally thought... then he gave it to me and said it would limp along until summer. I rely on my computer for journaling, writing in general, communication, research, teaching resources and the list can go on and on... so to be without it is not just an inconvenience for me, it literally would cut me off from family and friends.

So I've been using my laptop that limps along for about 6 weeks now and have been thrilled with it. This morning I left it on (with a cooling fan underneath it) while I went to curl up in bed with my nook (don't even get me started on the tech drama that thing has caused me) to read for a little while. Then I came back out to check on something to find my computer sending strange messages about how it aborted life and all that good jazz. I shut it down, turned it back on and the same thing was appearing. I tried doing all the little diagnostics it asked me to but to no avail... it was simply... DEAD!!! *sigh* Such is life sometimes. So I shed a tear (it's been with me for 5 long years of ups and downs), unplugged it and then hustled down to Real (a shopping place near my house) to see what they had on offer. I knew I was going to be buying a new computer this summer and wanted to save up and get something fabulous but I just can't lug the sub-par laptop that the school gives us back and forth to school every day for the next 5 1/2 months. Just can't do it. So... I went, I looked, I even compared it with a tech shop nearby and came away with an Acer Netbook for about $324 taxes all included and it's all in English, with the exception of the keyboard. *sigh* I wasn't ready for this step, but I am so glad I took it. Love this little joby...

Friday, February 18, 2011

Recycling Center in Ankara

Turkey is one of those countries that is working hard to make great strides forward in a short time. In their effort to gain a space in the European Union, they are making a lot of changes to things here. One of those changes is to bring the country up to speed on environmental issues. Modern Turkey has only been a country since the 20s and so they've been running while most other countries have been walking. It's hard but they are making efforts and hopefully it will catch on country-wide soon.
Yesterday, our grade one students got to go to one of the recycling centers in Ankara to look at how it is done here. It's a far cry from the modern plants in other countries, but they are trying and they are recycling. Our students at BLIS are going to be the ones who make the changes to this country to bring it to an equal standing with some of it's European neighbours so taking them there and having them see it was wonderful and educational for all. Here are some photos of the recycling plant:
These huge bales of paper ready to go off to a recycling center were everywhere... there were bales of bottles, tin, plastic, tetra pack boxes and so on. These was more of a sorting depot.

Some of the hand sorting that was done on the ground level.

One of the workers explaining how they operate at this center to our students and teachers.

Above where the yellow section is is a conveyor belt where ladies stand and sweep materials down the correct holes to go into these caged bins. It seems disorganized but was working pretty well from what we could see.

More sorting cages.


We noticed this little puppy sleeping on top of a pile of non-recyclables... street dogs are common here in Turkey and are often fed scraps from workers etc. but it was sure cold out there. Poor puppy!!

Ballin'

One of my favourite parts of my job is being able to coach students. Teaching is incredibly special, but coaching takes you to a different level with students. And what I love is that I am working with an entirely different age group of students and am able to impact more students differently. A couple of weeks ago, our girl's basketball team played some very gracious members of our female staff and one member of our Parent Teacher Association. I am so grateful for these ladies coming out and helping our girls learn how to better play the game. I promised not to post any crazy pictures (and there were some) but I couldn't let this great moment pass without some recognition!!

The grown ups getting some pointers from my co-coach. I think she may have been telling to just make a big mess of things for our girls. I know I told them to do that!!

Working that ball around in passes.

I'm pretty sure that shot went in, but they were there for the rebound just in case.

Our girls bringing the ball down the court.


Our lovely spectators/score keepers/photographers! Thanks for taking the shots and keeping score. The BLIS ladies beat the teachers by 10 points and it was a great game. Can't wait until the next one, I'm playing for sure! <3

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Surprises

Living life in another language and culture is always full of surprises. Like the surprise when you go to a market and one of the stall keepers hands you some free produce. Like the surprise when you go to a restaurant and you get a free cup of tea or coffee or a little chocolate with your coffee because they are excited to have a foreigner in their place of business. Like the surprise when a taxi won't stop for you because of the colour of your skin. Like the surprise of being pushed or bumped. Like the surprise of not being able to find what you need or want.

Or, like the surprise I woke up with this morning. I woke up to -6 degree Celsius temperatures in and outside of my apartment. I didn't think too much about it because coming out of a warm, cozy bed the morning air always feels less than nice. But when I went into my shower and realized that the water was refusing to warm up, I knew I was in for a surprise. Originally I thought it was just my building but once I got to school I realized that there was no heat here either. Later I found out the cause of my surprise, apparently a gas leak on the main campus caused the guard house to blow up in the middle of the night. The guard was injured quite badly from what I hear and the entire campus that supports thousands of people is without heat, hot water or gas. The real surprise here is that classes and schools weren't shut for the day in order to fix the problem like it would be at home in Canada.

Life overseas is full of surprises, not all good ones but not all bad either. I guess that's the exciting part of life lived in the expat way, everyday has the opportunity to surprise you!!!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Students Reaching Out

Today I finally pulled up my socks and did something that I've wanted to do since getting here and just made a million excuses not to do... today I joined the small group of high school students who go weekly to a rehabilitation centre for poorer families. These families aren't all from the Ankara region, in fact many come from smaller villiages farther away. Their children have suffered some kind of mental or physical injury or illness and are in need of medical attention and a place where they can go to learn skills and ways to cope. The mothers come with their children and live there for up to 3 months at a time, often leaving behind other children and a husband at home. It's difficult to split the families, but for the love of their children in a society that doesn't recognize a need for special education in mainstream schools. I applaud their efforts and it was wonderful to go into this centre and spend some time with the high school students and these lovely Turkish children. More than one of them tugged at my heart strings with their gorgeous smiles and giggles. It felt good to go and give back to a part of my host country. I hope that others will find the time to do the same. The children really benefit from the one-on-one attention, and so do the mothers as they can take a small rest and watch their children smile and laugh. Anyway, I felt honoured to be a part of it and I can't wait to do it again. I also felt really proud to teach in a school that encourages the kids to do this kind of thing... giving back is a far better educational experience than sitting in any classroom!