When you move into the fourth quarter of your life and still have an adventurous bone in your body, there seems to be a certain kind of urgency—what you still want to do, still want to see, still want to re-visit? To take a metaphor from sports, there is no overtime.
So last spring on Easter Sunday, I climbed up Stratton to meet a big group of people for the sunrise service. The same afternoon I took a flight to Europe and joined my son Jamie for some spring skiing and visits to family and friends in Lech and Graz. For the last three days, Jamie and I went to Istanbul, Turkey—a place I have dreamed of visiting for as long as I can remember (it also happens to be the 2010 Cultural City of Europe). Names like The Golden Horn, The Bosphorus, the Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque and the Spice Market were all familiar to me and now I was seeing them for the first time. Sharing these first sightings with my son, with Istanbul in full bloom, made the experience very special.
