My cold night: The Conclusion

Sooo, I woke up this morning...and it was still cold. I couldn't believe it. I was sure I would be sweating. I picked out an outfit for the day and put on my sneaks in anticipation of walking the 3 km to get to Ephesus (despite how it looks, pronounced Efes, like the Turkish beer, which took me 3 days to figure out after having to repeat myself multiple times, with different pronunciation each time before Turkish people knew what I was talking about), opened the door to go outside and down to breakfast...and it was SNOWING!!! Wrench in the plans but at least I managed not to slip and fall down the stairs. Then I come to find out over the course of the day that there hasn't been snow here in either A) 20 years B) 18 years or C) 8 years depending on who I was talking to. Great. So happy I was here for the lucky day. 

 

BUT, the snow did look kind of pretty gracing the tin roof next to the orange tree across the street. But, drat, I didn't have my camera with me at breakfast (and that never happens). So, I finished breakfast and headed back upstairs. Took out my camera and thought I might be able to get the shot out my window...I pulled back the curtin...and discovered it was OPEN! and thus had been open ALL NIGHT LONG. And the previous afternoon. No freakin' wonder.

 

My cold night

 

so-oo-oo-oo co-old, ca-n't fe-el my fing-gers...

Ok, it might not be quite that bad but it is cold in here. I got back from walking around town and having a nice 2 hour chat with my newest Turkish friend, Farat Ali, who has the most expensive Backgammon board I've ever seen and probably ever will (but that's a story for another time). I turned on the heater, pushing the red button just like the man told me to. It said 5--I'm assuming that meant it was 5 degrees F in there. I waved my arms around over the 3 beds in my Empty dorm room to try to decide which one felt the warmest but there was really no difference. The original bed I chose was next to the door, as far from the window side of the room as possible but right in direct line of the wind coming out of the heater so I moved right under the heater, next to window. I knew I had to put my pjs on so they could start warming up. I looked at the heater control, I looked away, I looked again, and I decided to try to make it work faster. Not the best plan. I think for a while it may have been blowing out air that was... on the colder side of the spectrum. 

I chose a bed, borrowed the 2 blankets from one of the other beds and climbed in. I had on socks, flannel pj pants, a t-shirt, a light zip-up sweatshirt, my Peruvian poncho thingy, a neck scarf, a wrap around head scarf, and my newest gloves (the 3rd pair I've bought in the past 2 weeks...) that I can handily type with. I looked at the heater again and now it seemed to say 2 degrees! WTF! OK, got it fixed and now it seems to have warm air coming out.  But it's still pretty cold. My fingers and nose are making themselves known. It's a little hard to move my legs because the blankets are heavy. Ok, maybe that's a slight exaggeration but you know the feeling. I finally take off the scarves and gloves as I'm confidant I'm on the right track now and it'll start to get warm really fast-- the thing is set to 32 which seems pretty warm to me if my Farenheit degree knowledge is up to snuff.  I finally turn the light out, pull my arms in and snuggle down in. I wake at about 7 when the call to prayer sounds. My shoulders are cold but I can't burrow in enough for them to be covered since the blankets aren't like duvets that mold around your body. I pull the poncho back up to the bed and wrap it around my shoulders and catch a few more winks. 

But why is it still so cold?

To be continued...