schoolgirl crush

the saying "a way to a man's heart is through his stomach" is completely true. for me at least...
sundays slow way down in turkey for some reason, even though the islamic holy day is friday. so sundays means slow bus service. this left siva and i in a jam. we wanted to explore more of the cities in cappadocia, but there were few buses and money was getting tight. in the end, over much debate, we rented a moped. one moped.

if siva and i hadn't bonded over the past 3 weeks, then sharing a moped did.

we clumsily cruised around and took in the sights. i was feeling a little "brokeback" as manu would call it.

towards sunset, we stopped at a "park" entrance to look around. while siva went off to take more pictures, i stood around in a daze. randomly, three turkish girls walked up to me. one of the girls, funda, approached me with two big pieces of cake. in broken english, she offered me cake. i gladly accepted. we conversed as best we could. she really wanted to get to know me. a few awkward, language-barrier pauses later, she invited me (and siva) over to her family's picnic. i was flattered. i liked her initiative.

we drank lots of tea as i observed the family dynamics, particularly the dad who seemed a little suspicious of us. i don't blame him. randomly (again), funda blurts out "you should come and stay at my home tonight." *snap!* any "brokeback" feelings had now subsided.

that would be one helluva "homestay."

unfortunately, her mom understood her enough to say the turkish word for hotel. i picked up on the body language. it was not going to happen. diyassed. by the mom.

we politely exchanged info and parted ways. i hopped back on the moped with siva, feeling "brokeback" once again.