I was still at the Grand Bazaar when I got a phone call from the Turkish doctor. He asked me to meet him at the Harbiye Military Museum which was near the beautiful Bosphorus. It was Saturday, the day before Mother’s Day, and he said that he would like to take me to lunch before driving to his parents house which was about five hours away. After getting off the phone I quickly walked to my hotel to change and freshen up. Here are some thoughts that went through my head while I was getting ready:
1. Is this a date?
2. What should I wear?
3. What does this mean?
4. Am I over thinking things (like usual)?
I decided that question #4 was the best one to focus on and that I would just relax and see what happens.
The weather was beautiful with clear blue skies when I got out of the cab (it was partly cloudy earlier). On our nice walk toward the restaurant we talked about literature. I was surprised that he’s read Dante’s DIVINE COMEDY so my respect for him increased a little more. He told me his favorite author is Elif Shafak, and he encouraged me to read THE FORTY RULES OF LOVE. (Of course, when I returned home from Turkey I bought the book right away and LOVED it!).
We got to the restaurant which had a sidewalk cafe. The neighborhood was absolutely beautiful with ultra luxe shops, and he compared it to Beverly Hills with a European flair as well as Monaco. The pristine streets with many white awnings billowing lightly against the sunny blue sky was noteworthy. Add the backdrop of the Bosphorus and it was picture perfect. Now THIS is what I call a “Turkish Delight!”
I was surprised to learn that the Turkish people celebrate Mother’s Day like us on the same day. When the doctor started talking about his mother, he became sad. It turns out that his mother has had MS for about 10 years, and it’s progressed to the point where she needs a walker. Only at 55 years old, always active before the disease, she now needs a nurse to look after her. I could tell that he was a good son.
We finished lunch and got up to walk around for a little more, taking pictures even. With 10 minutes left before him having to leave, he suggested having some tea. When I realized the time I simply said to him, “You don’t have to do this,” meaning that he didn’t have to be so damn polite, and that he should just start driving toward his parents. He insisted, and we sat right next to the water at another sidewalk cafe. I don’t remember what we talked about in the last 10 minutes as I was stressed out about him being late to see his dear mother. It got very cloudy and rain was near. As he walked me toward the place that I would get a cab, it started to rain. We hugged, not intimately, though, but more like long time friends, and we parted ways. Simply put, I was sad. I doubt if I’ll ever see him again…
He’s cute, huh?