Food and...gravity.

The food is really great. This is my favorite meal so far.

For those of you who have never experienced nakedness, the girls from CBU are no longer with you. Today we visited a Hamam, also known as a community bath. Feel free to appropriately use your imagination here because it was a wild experience. This bath begins with 8 women bath-ees and 3 women bath-ers. To clarify, there are no men in this picture. We enter and awkwardly remove all articals of clothing except one and quickly wrap ourselves in towels. There are rooms with marble, floor to celling. But first! oh man. Passing other women who are on the end of their journey here at the bath, who by the way have cast their towels upon the floor while sucking on a cancer stick, we begin to feel unsure of this expedition into the fog. It is really hard to write about this with multiple sexes readying this post but both men and women attend these places of scrubery, seperately. So if you are a guy, you don't have women at your bath. But at ours, we had some well , gravity effected women who could have fit in on the cover of national geographic if you know what I mean. So we timidly begin to soak ourselves and keep eye contact. And then there was lather, face down, spank! (this means turn over) and belly up, spank! (you sit up now) and the weirdest thing happens. She sticks my arm in between the girls and "cuts" my dry skin. (this cutting this is really meaning scrub super hard) Then you join the other newly educated (on what our bodies will look like later in life) females. Now scoop water out of a cistern,hot then cold and some more cold for you to realize this isn't a dream. Squeaky clean has a new meaning. Looking back, this was the perfect memory maker and I might go back for a second before my return.
well, the food is still great and the conversations with our new friends are becoming even deeper. EXCITING!