Turkey – a travel journal – Day 8
We wake to pouring down rain and Fatma comes to the window and says, look Rachel, all of Turkey is crying that you are leaving tomorrow. I think of Antalya – of all the beautiful people I have met, of the Russian girls who go to the coast for summer love, of our figs, and of my Ferah, who I want to take home with me. We eat fish and head to Sortie – the first club we went to when I arrived and again the Israelis want to dance and talk and we want to dance and be girls having fun. Ferah says why is it everywhere you go there are men following, and I say because I am not looking for them and they can see we are having fun and want to join in. That my dear is the secret – enjoy yourself and people wll come to you – men and women.