While I was in Greece I CHOPPED OFF my jeans and transformed them into shorts! This was all well and good. Well, until this past week. Suddenly the once warm temperatures have shifted to lower, cooler temperatures! Burr! So, I was going to purchase a pair of jeans to wear. After a half a dozen stores and trying on countless pairs of jeans I finally found just the right pair at just the right price. These are my birthday jeans from my Mom. Moms are terrific, aren’t they? I even made my purchase utilizing the few Turkish words that I speak!! Yes! Quite proud of myself, I smiled at my little plastic bag holding my purchase. My friend Amy and I were quite tired. Shopping can be exhausting, and in a different language can be a little more taxing than normal. After diagnosing myself as being quite tired I realized something was amiss. I no longer had my jacket draped over my purse.. I looked around and it wasn’t even on the ground near me. Ohh! Sad! My black Northface fleece was lost while I was shopping! I quickly retraced my steps, but it was no use. Amy and I communicated using my English to Turkish dictionary that my BLACK, COAT was LOST. Yipes. They said, “no.” and threw up their arms sympathetically. I even stopped by the next day hopeful that it had been returned to the front desk. Alas, the jacket, my only warm item, was lost. This is the nature of things, isn’t it? So, with warm jeans I am keeping an eye out for a new and most importantly warm jacket. Whenever I lose things I try to imagine them with someone else that needs them. So right now I am imagining a woman or perhaps a child a little warmer than they were before they found this super warm fleece jacket.
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| Some Turkish Graffiti I wanted to share with you guys! |