Before I do anything else, I will suggest you read this great post from Turkey Ahoy about the Hagia Sophia. I have toyed with the idea of going to Turkey in my head. This post, more than anything else, has finally decided for me that I will. The pictures are oustanding, and D & A really capture the place with their words.
I did have a fascinating conversation at work yesterday about Guy Fawkes Day, or Bonfire Night, or whatever you want to call it. I asked what people really do for it, other than the obvious of lighting some guy on fire (in effigy, although there are days when for real would be fun, I'm sure), and watching lots and lots of fireworks.
I loved this bit, and I think it will sound very familiar to quite a few North Americans.
They dunk (or bob) for apples. They tie a piece of bread or an apple on a string from the ceiling, tie people's hands behind their backs, and make them eat at it.
I found this hilarious. These are all the things that, back in Canada as a kid, we did at Halloween. I still remember thinking Halloween wasn't complete until I'd bobbed for apples.
I find it interesting how we've carried so many of the traditions across the ocean, but we changed them just enough. Like pumpkins instead of turnips, and doing it all on a different day.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night. I have plan A, and backup plan B, so either way, at least I'll have a good vantage point for the fireworks. Of course, what I really want to do is light someone on fire (in effigy, of course... *sigh*), but then, I'm the girl that the "Judge" in the Edinburgh dungeon thought was kinda creepy because when they brought people forward to be judged, I kept screaming "Burn the witch! Burn him into firey ash!"
Yeah, I'm evil. But I like me that way, so it's okay.