So here I am in the glorious Orient, and I must say, I think I can finally understand Turkophiles, because
Each one seems to be better looking than the last.
There are thousands of gorgeous, olive-skinned, barrel-chested, bearded/mustachioed men everywhere here. It’s like I stepped into a dream…the most beautiful dream I’ve ever had. It’s often hard not to stop and stare at all the beautiful men I walk by on a daily basis. I’m pretty sure staring is rude in this culture also. Good grief. Good. Grief. I need to invest in some darker sunglasses, or else I could really find myself in an embarrassing situation. Good looks aside, I can never look at a Turkish man here without trying to imagine him like this:
Anyway, I’ll post stories and pictures eventually, but right now, I’m going to a kahvehane where I will sit at a table on the sidewalk and bask in the glow of the impossible beauty of the passersby.