Why Turkey?

*Klasik bir soru: Neden Türkiye?

People, especially Turkish people, are always asking me why on Earth I choose to live in Turkey. Upon meeting a new person, I am more often than not faced with this question, usually followed by a half-joking: “We Turks want to go to America!”

Well, here is my reply.

For one, Turkey’s just plain interesting. My, what vast contrasts it has! It’s modern and ancient and cosmopolitan and quaint at the same time. Take this guy, a karpuzcu, selling watermelons off of his horse-drawn cart.

You don’t see that in Washington, DC!

I spotted him on my way to a charming bakery for Sunday breakfast in a chic area of the city called Nişantaşı. As luck would have it, when I returned home two hours later, he happened to be parked on my street.

Mmm, watermelon.

Another reason I’m still in Turkey is because it is beautiful. Take Istanbul, for example. It is a bustling, chaotic city, but you don’t have to look very far for a beautiful view of the sea.

You might even get lucky and have a friend or a work contact who owns a boat where you can hang out and do a little yacht yoga.

Camel pose, tree pose, cheeky pose

As the “unusual and interesting” foreign dancer, you get opportunities to perform with internationally renowned musicians. You might even get a chaise lounge in your dressing room!!!

BaBa ZuLa concert at EcoFest Istanbul. . . Note that my backstage pass reads “ARTIST” in Turkish. Please also note my glitter gel.

And of course, while doing what you love for a living is delightful, doing what you love for a living while on a boat is divine.

“I’m on a boat, m***** f*****.” –T. Payne

So, there you have it–my answer to *the classic question* “Why Turkey?”–here in photographs.

 

Izer Beach Bodrum Show

I have a love/hate relationship with this video taken this August in Turkey.

I love the costume, but I hate the way the wind is blowing up the skirt, threatening to compromise my modesty.

I love the song, but I hate the way the person taping it is telling all my business in the background: “Bu kiz ogretmen, biliyormusun?”  (“This girl is a school teacher, you know.”)  “Yirmi dokuz yasinda.”  (“She’s 29 years old.”)

And the arms!  I was so focused on preventing the breeze from lifting the skirt, the arms got a bit sloppy.  No complaints about the hips, though.  They, at least, behaved appropriately.

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