IF YOU ARE AFRAID TO DIE, WERE YOU EVER TRULY LIVING AT ALL?
That question and closely related other topics occupied my mind as I patiently waited for my taxi driver to either deliver me to my hotel, or deliver to my kidnapping location.
Traveling alone arises so many overwhelming emotions. The mind races with creativity. Some positive and some negative. However the key, is to watch your brain alter new scenery to conditioned sceneries that are archived in the mind by past experiences. Although I was safe with my taxi driver, I could not erase the image dancing in my mind of someone auctioning me off into a trade where my identity would be erased and I would be forced into this new lifestyle that was built on physical attractiveness only.
As I got to the hotel, I was greeted by the neighborhood cat and the front desk host. Her personality was warm and ensured all the thoughts in my mind that they were so far off into fiction that they could only exists again for mere comedy.
I checked into my room, got settled and allowed myself to sink into the realization that I was far from what I knew to be true. Turkey was filled with culture. The 80 degree evening weather made it easy for the people to accompany the streets until tomorrow became today.
Within the first 30 minutes at the hotel, I met two girls in their late twenties. They were from Italy visiting Turkey for a week. They asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with them and a girl from South Africa who they had met in the hotel earlier in their stay. Seeing that I had zero premeditated plans, I jumped at the idea to join them to dinner and got ready shortly. Seeing that the airport automatically kept my checked in luggage to send directly to Malta, I came to terms with having to go out to dinner with no make up, all black workout clothes, and curls that had fallen in the taxi ride from the airport.
After I quickly got ready, I mentioned to one of the girls that my luggage was stored at the airport and she offered to let me borrow her clothes. Shocked by the level of care one can have for a stranger, I quickly thanked her and she picked out a olive green dress for me to wear. As I put on the dress, I couldn’t help but smile at the awareness that grew inside of me from the evidence that life will take care of you if you allow it to.
The four of us ventured off into a taxi to a restaurant that sat next to the bridge that brings together Turkeys old town and new town. We arrived at the restaurant, Sur Blaick, with our eyes as wide as the massive fish tanks that held the fresh seafood that the restaurant’s creditability was built on.
Our conversations lasted through our entire three course meal as we sat outside and enjoyed the site of yachts passing by carrying crowds of people celebrating the day. The night felt like a hand picked memory from God’s garden. As if, he wanted me to know how tasteful a life from him could be if I fully accepted his guidance. At one point, we even saw fireworks as we sat and talked about anything that our hearts desired.
After dinner and a complimentary espresso from the waiter, we decided to go for a walk alongside the river until we reached a restaurant/club called “Reina”. Immediately entering the establishment, followed a site of the sea, the bridge, more yachts, and an illuminated dance floor and bar. We walked down the steps of the restaurant into the dance floor and spent the next two hours enjoy the sounds of turkey’s top 40 mixes. I didn’t even think about the fact that I hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. It’s like my soul didn’t need sleep to recharge. All it needed was the light encouragement of new surroundings for my mind’s canvas to create new experiences on.
My new goal is to be as brave as a Turkish man when he sees a women he is attracted to. I want to be able to want something so bad that I will drive in incoming traffic or reserve in a one way to get what I ultimately feel passionate about.