Intercultural Bewilderment: My Turkish Bath Adventure (via wrap me in phyllo dough)

I lived in Mexico City for three years, and fortunately — or unfortunately, depending on your view — I never experienced any what I call “Awkward Spa Encounters. While hilarious to hear about secondhand, feeling bewildered while naked is not something I’d personally want to endure. Which is perhaps why I enjoyed every single spa I visited in Mexico, where everyone stayed relatively covered and embarrassing encounters were minimized. Ah, Catholics, they make Turkish people look like heathens!

Intercultural Bewilderment: My Turkish Bath Adventure As the child of Hippie parents and a graduate of college near Portland, Oregon, one thing is certain: I'm no prude. I don't pay much attention to movie ratings. I'm not offended by nudity in the slightest. I didn't even blink twice whenever I saw that strange ad with the huge naked boobs on every streetlight while I was in Prague earlier this year. And flashing the entire audience of a midnight showing of a production I was in in college with the … Read More

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