Istanbul is the land of chivalrous men! Got off the plane yesterday, and it was as if the countrymen were absolutely insulted that I even attempted to lift my own rucksack. After having a friendly airport attendant carry my bag outside to a shuttle bus, I hopped in a cab with the address of my friends home. The Taxi didn't speak english (but i've been studying Turkish, and a proud to say that he was able to understand my,"do you speak Englsih?" BABY STEPS). The taxi got lost, and was literally so bewildered, that when he stopped to ask a local walking on the road for directions, the local jumped in our cab, and helped escort me to my friends place (it takes a village). Upon arrival, Tijen Denizmen reminded me that great things never change. Tijen was bus busy in the kitchen, cooking amazing salmon while wearing a jumper inside out..the pockets hung at her sides as she mixed the salad, IT WAS ALL "VERY TIJEN". (P.S.she later roamed the cobbled streets in the same jumper....always stunningly beautiful in her effortless confidence). We sat on the rooftop patio, listening to the call to prayer, eating our healthy little Salmon salads while looking out over the Bosphorus sea..what a wonderful greeting!
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