Twenty-four hours before I left for Istanbul, I was in the grocery store to buy a snack. The first person I saw was a man with a gray shirt. It said: Istanbul.
One day after I returned, I was riding the bus. Right before my stop I thought, as much as I loved Istanbul, I am grateful to be riding public transportation that isn’t crammed full of people. Then I happened to turn around. Behind me was a woman with a t-shirt that read: I Heart Istanbul.
A few days later, I walked down the street, marveling at how empty it was, unlike in Istanbul. As I crossed the street, a man came toward me. He wore a shirt that said: Istanbul.
Wow–the “Magic 3”—does that mean you’re heading back for another visit to a great culture, fantastic food and wonderful people? 🙂
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I will at some point, but for now I’ll enjoy the signs coming my way. Thanks for your great comment!
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I think that Sammee44 is on to something. The signals are quite visible; the vibrations stir the air. So—-where’s your T-shirt?
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Oh, Lily, you are so funny. In addition to leaving my heart in Istanbul, I also left my t-shirt.
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Great signs indeed! So… you came and went correct? And now, Istanbul is calling you back. You must have left your heart in Istanbul! I have yet to see that mystical beautiful place!
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Yes, I most definitely left my heart there! Hope you can go, too! Thanks for stopping by!
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