Recently I've had the joy of encountering a guy named Lucas who grew up in Turkey like me. He was in town with a friend of mine from college and as we talked it came out that we lived in the same city and the same area of town. In fact where he lived was about a mile from my house! just down the hill :) our vet worked out of the same building he lived in! crazy right? Any way, we had a wonderful time scrolling around on google earth, pointing out the places we went, were our schools were and stuff. Just strolling down memory lane. All these memories really got me excited that I was moving back to Turkey shortly. I can't wait to have to take short showers so that we have hot water to wash breakfast dishes, or to hear the peaceful noise of the morning doves cooing on the street. I can only imagine how wonderful that first morning will be, tired and jet lagged, but back in Turkey.
In addition of just getting plain old excited. Talking with Lucas has reminded me that I need to start working on my Turkish again. To that effect (I know it sounds crazy) I've started thinking in Turkish. Having fake conversations and I've had to force my self not to respond in Turkish if someone asks me a question in real life. I guess that's a good sign right? Also I've found a show that we would watch in Turkey some times on youtube. Its called En Son Bablar Duar (Fathers Are The Last To Know) check it out its predictable but funny and entertaining. I enjoy it even more when I can catch a punch line or two.
In this Episode
- mother and friend try to get Ezgi interested in a painter/teacher
- Son (who just wrecked the car) starts a tea service when their normal tea dude leaves town for a funeral.
- Son in law works as a chauffeur.
God Bless
-Peter Davis
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