One night as I was cooking dinner, Annika ran lickedy-split through the kitchen yelling, "It's HIM! It's HIM!" She grabbed us and brought us to the balcony to see the man down in the street playing music on his accordion. I thought, "How perfect! A weird cultural experience, right when my parents are here to visit!" I sent Annika down with a coin for him, and he bowed to my dad. Just another day in Turkey...
3 comments:
How fun! I miss having culture sprinkled in the everyday.
Haha I heard the accordion guy too during Ms. LaMertha's class :)
That would be really cool. I wonder what Turkish music is like......
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