… yes I really did!
This memory came flooding back last night, after my ex sent me a message on MSN that our mutual friend (lets call her E) gave birth to baby girl last week.
E (bless her) is one of the most unique people I have met. By unique I definitely one in 6 billion – there can only be one of her; She is so crazy that we nicknamed her ‘Deli Deli’ – which is Turkish for crazy crazy. I first met E in 2006; she is the best friend of my Ex. I landed in Turkey on a crazy hot friday evening, looking forward to my holiday and more than that – an adventure. We met up with E in downtown Izmir and headed towards my accommodation for the weekend. Within the first few moments, I knew I was going to strike a connection with this individual – her insanity was just on a level equal to none other. What is amazing of this jock-esque gal is that her characteristics and behaviours were on completely different planets – the first impression which anyone will get off her will be that she is simply unique!
E was going to backpack with us along the west and south of Turkey, however one problem that I faced ahead of me was that E spoke zero english…. and I spoke pretty much nada Turkish. As with all things “me” – this was going to be fun and interesting – this was going to be part of the adventure! I carried around a small notebook with me in an effort to make notes on the experiences which I was going to face ahead of me. We traveled for 3 weeks, in groups of upto 6 people, and I was looking to enjoy myself, see a completely different culture and pick up experiences along the way.
During one particular leg of our travels, we found ourself in Antalya – a southern city which at the peak of summer is the hottest place in Turkey. We were staking out here for 3-4 days, and found ourself some accomodation in a student hotel (i.e. the workers were all students learning their trade in the hospitality industry). One morning, which followed on from an exhausting day trip in the mad heat, I found myself in the restaurant grabbing breakfast with E. Now, we got along really well all trip, and there was always friendly banter and cross language communication was always done by those around us; however, as we grabbed a table by the window overlooking the sea, I really thought that it was going to be a dead quiet breakfast…. maybe i’ll just watch the waves roll in….
BOY was I wrong!
We spent the next hour and fifteen minutes (the staff had to ask us to leave because it was past breakfast time) slamming ideas on where to go next, what our plans were in life, what was it that I was expecting from my ex and my plan to woo over her family, and convince them for her hand.
We had those conversations across the language barrier!
I think it was her willingness to make me understand what she was trying to say, and me trying to listen and understand the words of an older sister (she is a little older than me), that helped us cross the language disparity. How do I know that we understood each other? When my ex asked me a few days later of what I thought E had talked to me about, she was surprised about every dotted i and crossed every t in my feedback.
I guess it goes to show that if there is a willingness to share something with someone, even language is no barrier!
One thing which we all agreed on as friends is that the last person to get married out of all of us would be E – that’s the type of person she is. Her fascination with the singer Serdar Ortac was hilarious, and my constant gay jokes against him absolutely irritated her; but life is a funny game, and the unexpected nature of it pleasantly surprises us from time to time.
E was the first out of all of us friends to get married, and last week she has a bouncing baby girl. Thank you baldiz* E for the awesome awesome awesome memory and company, they will be cherished forever! 
*baldiz = sister – in -law ; that was another nickname for her
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I always say I’ll never get married and they say never say never.Which is a double negative that makes a positive…but I’m drifting on from the subject!:p
But yes the never say never does tend to come true!The unexpected comes true,thats why life is wonderful.And that was my thought of the day…I think one is enough!
p.s.People still use MSN?:p
I’ve been to Izmir – I loved it! We also went to Ephseus and Kusadasi (Did you go to either of them?) It’s funny how you somehow make it work when you are trying to communicate across a language barrier.
I used to work in a Builders Merchant and there was one guy who came in nearly every Saturday – he was deaf. My Manager tried serving him once and the guy just didn’t understand because my manager kept turning away from him or facing the opposite direction so he couldn’t lip read. He came in another time and I was serving him – I’d noticed about the fact that he was struggling so I faced him straight on and spoke slowly and clearly I also tried pointing at stuff (I know it’s like communication for dummies but sometimes it works!)
Each time after that when he came in, if he needed help he’d either come to the desk and wait till I was free or he’d find one of my colleagues and ask them to get me!
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