TURKISH DELIGHTS BLOG TOUR! AUTHOR LIZ CROWE
Turkey. And Not the One on your Thanksgiving Table Either
If you have been following along so far on my Turkish Delights Trilogy Tour, you know a few things about me.
1. I own a brewery
2. I’ve lived overseas
My husband is an auto exec and most of the major companies have huge overseas interests. As a young family, we took the plunge, left Ann Arbor, Michigan in early 1998 with a 5-year-old, 3-year-old and bun-in-the-oven in tow, headed for Hiroshima Japan. From there we dragged a 7-year-old, 5-year-old and 1.5-year-old to Istanbul, Turkey.
We had a brief American interlude in Overland Park Kansas. During that one single year of Extreme Surburbia (curing me of a need for THAT scene ever again) we were faced with a choice: Sao Paulo, Brazil or Istanbul. This was a very serious decision as you might imagine. The kids were small, I wasn’t working other than, you know, the 24/7 under appreciated drudge work done by so many of us. Brazil was a “compound living/armed guard and driver” sort of arrangement with all sorts of caveats about children and safety.
Istanbul had none of those warnings. All we got was a: be prepared to bribe to get things done otherwise, enjoy! Pep talk.
It was all of that and some more. Our entrance was, as they say in ex-pat parlance: Hard. As opposed to Soft which I will tell you about another day as relates to our exit. It was August. No decent Istanbulu was in town having decamped for the month to points more beautiful along the coast. Our plane had been delayed in Chicago over night. The driver was late and spoke exactly zero words of English. All he had was the address of the flat we had rented sight unseen thanks to the first flat we wanted being rented out from under us (see: be prepared to bribe).
It was hotter than seven hells. We had no food, no a/c, no fans, and no one to help us. For about four hours I sat on my suitcases, sweating and ignoring the absolutely amazing view of the Bosporus from my patio, sulking and ready to go back home. Then help arrived in the form of a couple of guys who would be working for the a**hole who’d dragged me to this Godforsaken country.
They piled us all in a van, took us to the Turkish equivalent of Super Walmart (Carrefour—a French chain that actually INVENTED The “hypermart” concept), and we were stocked, with food, drinks, and friends for life. The place is full of beauty, history, frustration, aggravation on a high scale (just TRY driving there: the roundabout etiquette is not “he who is to the right goes” it is more like “he who has the biggest gonads goes”), lovely people, amazing food, and a dichotomy of life that I personally had never encountered before and never have since.
We went from there to Essex, England. I was always amused by ex-pats there who’d never been anywhere else screeching and moaning about “culture shock.” Please. Driving on the wrong side of the road in the most annoyingly polite society on the planet (don’t get me wrong. England was great in its own way—another story) is nothing compared to facing brown outs, the gendarme harassing me over not having my passport. And I still want to move back there. It just gets in your soul and digs in.
I wrote a series of semi-short stories set in Istanbul around the OneNightStand premise from Decadent Publishing. I loved delving back into the world I’d inhabited, sometimes reluctantly, many times whole heartedly, even at moments angrily. It did that to you, Turkey did. I HIGHLY recommend it. Hell, I may retire there. Many many many Ex-pats have done so.
Just gotta remember to bribe the post man. We went a solid 2 years without mail. Whoopsie.
Cheers,
Liz
TURKISH DELIGHTS

BLUE CRUISE:

TULIP PRINCESS

Bio:
Microbrewery owner, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great middle west, in a Major College Town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) has prepped her for life as erotic romance author. When she isn't sweating beer inventory, sales figures or promotional efforts for her latest publication, doing pounds of laundry for her sweaty athletic children, watching La Liga on the Fox Soccer Channel, or trying to figure out what to order in for dinner, she can be found walking her standard poodles or doing Bikram Yoga. Liz loves her Foo Fighters Pandora station, and watching reruns of Deadwood, when there isn't any decent European football on the telly. If you want a beer education
Follow her: www.a2beerwench.com.
For writing related stuff, including her backlist, go to: www.brewingpassion.com.
To be given away Three Turkish themed prize packages to randomly drawn commenters which may include, but aren't limited to:
* a holiday stocking made from authentic Turkish kilim rug
* a mug with the Turkish "evil eye", meant to ward off said evil
* a pewter dish, that is traditionally used to hold "lokum" or the actual Turkish delight confection/candy
* a box of traditional lokum
* a small Turkish kilim rug (reversible--authentic)
* a mug with the Turkish "evil eye", meant to ward off said evil
* a pewter dish, that is traditionally used to hold "lokum" or the actual Turkish delight confection/candy
* a box of traditional lokum
* a small Turkish kilim rug (reversible--authentic)
Please follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/10/virtual-book-tour-turkish-delights-by.html
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