I found myself back in Istanbul last fall. I think the best mark of trip is not wanting to go home and as the final night approached, I had serious anti-homesick pangs. Still, I would have been thrilled with another week on board.
When people come together in London from different races, cultures and nationalities, peace is not going to be found in a spectacular opening ceremony. Real peace requires Jesus. In his flesh he makes different groups into one, and breaks down the dividing wall.
Wander a block or two beyond the restaurants, Internet cafes, and shops that line the waterfront in Ayvalik, Turkey, and one sees countless empty stone buildings, the former homes and shops of Greek residents.