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13 February 2012



Hi Carpetblogger!

I'm not sure if this counts as a boring question, but if you've got kids and are English speaking (and not Turkish speaking), what do you do with your kids education-wise? We'd have to live in a tent to afford the international schools. Do many people choose to homeschool?


Stagha -- Thanks! But that sounds like a serious question, the type that might be better answered by people who have/know/like kids. I could certainly make some stuff up, but I don't want to feel responsible for some big therapy bills coming your way. Personally, I am a huge fan of child labor. I think they should pay their way, support the homestead, if you will.

If I were you I would join the fourms on the expat bulletin board www.sublimeportal.com There are lots of folks there who can tell you what's what on this topic.

Good luck!


Dear Carpetblogger, the Eurocup 2012 soccer tournament in Ukraine this year finding that they have sold only half the tickets they should have by now. Europeans soccer hooligan wannabes are blanching at the 500 Euro per night for three star crapotels. My question for you...don't Ukrainians realize that if they don't charge reasonable prices, nobody will come? Yours truly, Kpic


My Dear Carpetblogger,
Against my better judgment I am spending twice as much as I spent on my first car to bring my wife and our three hooligans to Adana to see my in-laws. Much fun and Adana-kebab are anticipated. My question is what present should I bring for my 60 + year old MIL who is fairly conservative? I would like to surprise her, but smuggling booze in for someone who doesn't drink seems like a waste. Any suggestions?


Ooo roy, good question. I'm going to crowdsource it and get back to you. Anything special we need to know about your MIL?


Anne has always been wonderful to me. Her hair is always covered by something colorful. Except the time we took her too the beach where she let it down to the middle of her back. Once I took her to an outlet mall by Seattle. There was an American woman shopping that had very long, fine hair in a single braid that reached her ass. Anne walked right up behind her and picked that braid up to look at and feel it. I was flabergasted. Fortunately the lady was an understanding hippy chick who started asking Anne questions. Then Anne started asking HER questions. The best I could do was answer the hippy's questions, since I don't understand Anne. Maybe that is why we get along?

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