the call to place: turkey

In 2009, I was at a place called Tarbouch in Arlington, VA and an Iraqi guy and a Syrian woman told me, as we smoked apple-flavored tobacco in a hookah, about the ancient Middle Eastern art of coffee cup reading.  The Iraqi said he had the ability to read cups.  He told me to drink all my coffee, turn my cup over on the saucer and let it dry.  I did as he instructed, and he proceeded to read my cup.  What surprised me is that when I looked at the cup with him, I could see very clearly two people walking forward.  A larger person with an Arab headdress was in the front.  Behind this person was a smaller, slighter, more delicate person.  The Iraqi expressed surprise, as did I, at the clearness of the picture.  He said it was an Arab man and a woman of unidentified nationality; his belief was that it was me following behind an Arab nomad, walking in his footsteps.  It was very odd; that image stayed with me until I was in South Korea in 2010.

I didn’t know a thing about Islam or Middle Eastern culture until I started reading voraciously about the Arab world following the September 11 terrorist attacks.  A domino effect followed.  I started writing a novel and felt compelled to make one of the characters an Egyptian man.  I had never in my life met a single Egyptian, so I decided to study Arabic in the hope of learning more about the culture, mainly to make my character more realistic.  Then I took some international relations classes at community college and I loved them so much I applied for a Master’s program at George Mason University in International Commerce & Policy.  In the summer between the two-year program, a Muslim friend of mine gave me information about a program to study Arabic in Egypt for one month.  I went there and studied Arabic at Al Azhar University in Cairo in July 2007.  I fell in love with Egypt, though it made me incredibly sad to see all the poverty there.

I was teaching English in Korea and one of the things I wanted to do was to take advantage of the proximity to Asia to travel.  However, when my two-week summer vacation beckoned, I couldn’t get excited about China or Japan, try as I might.  I originally wanted to go back to Egypt, but several things turned me off to it.  The idea of Istanbul kept pulling at my heart.  Various things happened which only reinforced that calling to a place with such rich history, a place that is Muslim yet European, a place that straddles Asia and Europe.  When it came time to buy my plane ticket, I was still debating, but the price was right for Turkey.  So, off I went, to the former Constantinople.

Istanbul:

Cappadocia:

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Cappadocia

Ephesus:

Pamukale:

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Pamukale

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“THE CALL TO PLACE” INVITATION: I invite you to write a 500-700 word (or less) post on your own blog about what enticed you to choose a particular destination. If you don’t have a blog, I invite you to write in the comments.  If your destination is a place you love and keep returning to, feel free to write about that.  If you want to see the original post about the subject, you can check it out here: imaginings: the call to place.

Please include the link in the comments below by Wednesday, June 27 at 1:00 p.m. EST.  When I write my post in response to this challenge on Thursday, June 28, I’ll include your links in that post. If you’d like, you can use the hashtag #wanderessence.

My next post will be about my upcoming road trip to Buffalo, New York and Niagara Falls.

This will be an ongoing invitation, monthly (on the fourth Thursday of each month) after that. Feel free to jump in at any time. 🙂

I hope you’ll join in our community. I look forward to reading your posts!

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I invite you all to settle in and read a few posts from our wandering community.  I promise, you’ll be inspired!

Thanks to all of you who wrote posts about “the call to place.” 🙂