With the crowded and expensive holiday travel season having ended but the semester not really started (that is, all the programs from which I can take classes start at different times, and only one of them has started), I took a trip to the big city on the Bosphorus—the one called not just Byzantium, Constantinople, and Istanbul (the usual English names), but Byzantion (original Greek, transliterated), Konstantinopolis (Latin translated to Greek, transliterated), istanbul (Turkish, which distinguishes dotted and dotless i’s), or Isztambul, the Hungarian name for it.

Surprisingly, taking the train there’d’ve been almost as expensive as flying, and required buying separate tickets from at least three national rail systems (or one even more expensive pass), so I flew. Flying is really unpleasant, though, and the Europeans are now copying America’s airport security theater, complete with limits on toothpaste size (smaller than the American limit—oops) and shoe removal (although, unlike in America, my sandals were fine).

That was all yesterday, but it’s midnight, so today’ll have to wait for tomorrow.