Did you ever get the feeling you were being watched?

Lazing around my Alanya apartment on my day off, half-intending to eventually make it to the store to buy nail polish remover before it closed, I noticed this camel outside my window.

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I couldn’t get a decent shot of it without going outside, so getting this photo became the impetus to make my trip to the store a reality.

Once on the move, I took advantage of the opportunity to enjoy watching the sun as it set over the Mediterranean Sea.

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Paradise!

While I was taking the above photo, I got the sensation I was being watched, a rather common sensation in Turkey.

I turned around and awkwardly met eyes with a tall, thin fellow who was walking by, and quickly turned back to face the sea.

Is he still there? I wondered.

Of course he was.

I knew the answer, but I turned around for another awkward eye meeting.  He was walking past again, this time in the opposite direction.  Argh!

Foto çekim mi?“  He offered to take my photo.

Why not?  I figured.  Since I’m in Alanya alone at the moment, all of my photos are of me facing the mirror, holding my phone and trying to keep it from blocking my face.  (Lame.)

“Alright, thanks,” I said.  “But take it from far back, so it looks good.”  (No makeup.)

He obliged.

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He returned my phone, and went on his way.  I headed to the market.

Two minutes later, I got that sensation again.  I turned around.

Surprise!

“Are you following me?” I asked.

“No,” he lied.

Then he said, “I thought, maybe, I could ask you to take my number.  And maybe you would give me a chance.  Otherwise, I just won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

Charming!  (Creepy-charming.)

I took his number, but I won’t call him.  I never do.

My sister says I’m single because I never give anyone a chance.  My BFF says I’m too in love with my job and travels for a relationship anyway.

Personally, I’ve decided I’m a late bloomer.  I’ll probably meet someone some day.  Just not yet.

When/how did you meet your soul mate?  Or are you forever alone, like me?

Adventures in Danceland

So, my mother came to Turkey for the first time.  Yay!

Mom and me.  Do we look alike?

Mom and me. Do we look alike?

We had a great time and did lots!  Here is one of our adventures:

A talent manager/agent contacted me to discuss at length (ad nauseum?) an opportunity to perform at hotels in Alanya, but I turned it down.  What he’d described  didn’t seem like a good fit.–It sounded very similar to what I’d done in Bodrum two summers ago, which was only wonderful until I got fed up with it.  Plus, I’d already been to Alanya to perform with another agent, (just briefly, before I escaped to Bodrum) and what a fiasco that was!  Besides, I’m quite happy in Istanbul.

To my surprise, he contacted me again to introduce me to a colleague of his.  The second agent proposed my performing nightly in a beautiful, historic venue in Alanya.  Still not a perfect fit–he wanted me to start work mid-April, but I have obligations here until at LEAST May.  I thought if I went anywhere to dance this summer, it would be to Fethiye for three months, starting early June or so.

He told me to think about it and he would call me the next morning at 9:00.  If I’m not mistaken, my mother and I were enjoying some homemade carrot cake pancakes (YUM!) when he called the following day 9:01 am.  He listed all the reasons I should take this job, offered to postpone my start date, and asked if he could fly me down to Alanya so I could “see the venue, the city, and how he operated.”  The answer to that was “Of course!”

I told him I could make the trip the following weekend, after my mother’s visit had finished.  After all, she and I were hanging out in Istanbul!

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But since he preferred to meet this weekend, he suggested that he send for both me and my mother.  Soooo. . .  my mother and I were flown to sunny Alanya and put up in a nice hotel, visited the beach, and also met the very professional, persistent and polite manager, his supportive and hardworking wife, and their charming, cheerful 4 year old daughter.  We were thoroughly introduced to the venue–

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Beautiful and old!

its grounds, stage, staff, food, and owner are all very lovely–and shown the apartment in which I’d be living were I to take the job.  The venue is open 11 months a year, so my mom and I also got a chance to watch the winter/off-season program, which was highly entertaining.

Between what seems like a most pleasant workplace, and a south facing, sea-view apartment situated right across, and I mean right across the street from the beach, I must say I’m enticed.

My mom is already planning to come back.

Crna Gora MONTENEGRO Karadağ Black Mountain

I arrived in Montenegro four days ago. I’m ashamed to admit that two weeks ago, I knew very little (read: nothing) about the country. I was contacted by a DJ acquaintance of mine who did lights and sound for me last summer in Bodrum, Turkey at Kervansaray Hotel. He’d recommended me for a position performing at a casino here in Kotor, Montenegro, and convinced me that a trip out here to work would be worth my while.

I was skeptical at first, but I’m not one to turn down the chance of a trip to a beautiful country, and with a gig and housing there waiting for me, there wasn’t much risk, so I packed my dance costumes, my bikinis, and my sunglasses, and flew out Wednesday morning after a Baba Zula show the night before in Istanbul.

My first day was exhausting and unorganized, but when I was (finally) shown to my accommodations, things began looking up. I’m staying in a house within the stone walls of Old Town Kotor, (an ancient city that was first fortified in the early Middle Ages!) in a lovely bedsitter.

This is my first visit to such a town, and now I can better imagine the towns authors describe in books like Pillars of the Earth.

Over the past few days, I’ve been lazing around on the beach (a rocky bay, really) at the appropriately named Lazy Bar with my new-found Montenegrin friends, exploring the city, and trying to learn a bit of the language (Serbo-Croatian.) I’ve found it a bit tricky as locals are more likely to cut to the chase and speak to me in English than to humor my attempts at speaking their language, but I’m making some headway. I’ve become a PRO at saying “Hello? How are you? I’m fine thanks. Water, please. It’s very hot today.” Not terrible, considering I didn’t even know the name of the language two weeks ago.

My first show at the casino is tonight.  Opa!

Below are pictures of “my” neighborhood here in Kotor.

So many docks and so many boats

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Just outside Old Town Kotor’s walls

In two weeks, I’ll be off to do another show with Baba Zula in Cyprus, but if things continue to go well in Montenegro, I might return for another four weeks or so before flying to England.  (!!!)

 

Mini-Break in Bodrum

A little bit of sunbathing:

A little bit of jet-skiing:

A little bit of parasailing:

A little bit of daytime drinking:

Make for a lovely little holiday!

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