First, i tried putting pics on here of guner and my mom, but kept getting turkish error messages, so there are some on facebook. Oh yeah, they are all taken by my mom because i forgot my camera. Ha ha ha.
Dropped my mom at the bus stop for the airport and guner and I are drinking tea waiting for a ferry to bidirma from which we will drive to ephasis to see some ruins and then on to bodrum. 1. I drink and enjoy more tea here than I ever dreamed of and 2. I cannot wait to be somewhere I can settle in. I want to meet people I'll see more than once and unpack my suitcase. I want to know how to get around a place and who sells the best figs.
I wasn't prepared for how much I'd stand out here. Generally I like standing out; blending in never appealed to me, but people here stare and boys are very forward. I had emre give his number to my mom after seeing me walk by. A driver who fashioned a flower out of a napkin for me and said I had beautiful eyes. A waiter who showed my mom his ID to prove he was 25. An old man ask me to go home with him when I was alone at starbucks (though I'm pretty sure he thought I was a Russian hooker). And countless other waiters and strangers coming up to me to ask where I'm from, if I'm married, etc. Usually the issue is not that this is happening but the lack of tact. I now know why celebrities get flustered by fans coming up to them. I'm just trying to eat lunch and talk to my family. Please leave me alone. But I can't complain really, better to be pretty than ugly I suppose and I'll get used to the attention. If I can last as a muzungu in Africa, I can certainly handle being blonde in turkey.
-- Post From My iPod
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