Getting Naked in Istanbul

I guess not all dreams come true. As much as I love being naked alone in my own house, I am far from an exhibitionist. This is, of course, not my fault. The blame falls entirely on a mischievous gap-toothed boy named Sydney Tweet who pulled off my bathing suit top in the crowded daycare pool the summer before 4th grade, scarring me for life. After 24 hours of travel and a few nonstop hours sightseeing around Istanbul , my body was begging me for solid hot food, a detox and a long nap.