in turkey, a visitor is said to bring you good luck. i think that laurren and i can attest to that for the first weekday after i arrived, she received a call from her boss saying that the school had been shut down on account of the swine flu fever. the luck was quickly reciprocated when we accepted an invitation to a luncheon with her co workers -a rare chance for me to get an inside look into typical lives of women (and an added bonus was that they all spoke english as they are english teachers. score!).
once inside, they let their hair down one by one. i felt a tinge of privilage for witnessing women's rights to bare arms. and how delicate they were, white like freshly rolled pastry. we shared stories and looked at our hostess's wedding photos until lunch was served. now i know that i have previously stated that the food is great it turkey, but the best place to eat is in a turkish household. i had ordered these items before but they had never tasted this good and it's not just perception, believe me! we talked of arranged marriages, future prospects, having children, breast reduction surgery, school trips, and body image among other things. two little trouble makers ran around the apartment and every soul in the room contributed to the collective motherhood that was in abundance -except
when it was time to breastfeed! laurren received a crash course on how to wear a head scarf as i entertained the little ones with a bouncy ball. when the conversation dwindled and the kids got grumpy, our gracious host offered gifts of head scarfs that she decorated herself! i left with a positive electric feeling similar to the way one feels after a nurturing yet invigorating hug. filled with food and pleasantry, laurren and i headed over to the beauty salon to complete our femine feast.
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