At a later meal, I get a gasp from my hostess when I place a vegetable into my pasta dish. It goes neatly on your chair. My table manners got another comeuppance the next week when I sliced cheese the wrong way. Now, wait just a darn minute. It's just that, well, I'm a boat person.
Thousands are dead or homeless in Turkey.
The exact meaning of a plastic bowl aboard a sheltered boat suddenly becomes crystal clear to me. I recall drinking afternoon tea from a darling Turkish glass given to me by a friendly vendor.