These kind eyes belong to a woman that I met in the village Afyon. My friends & I were strolling through the old part of the city, snapping photos of traditional Turkish life... children at play, streets lined with charmingly worn houses in pastel colors, long stretches of laundry & carpets blowing in the breeze and of course various locals, who wanted to check out the yabanci (c is pronounced as a j)- foreigners. At the end of a crooked street that backed up to a beautiful field with an ancient fortress perched on top of a mountain, we met this little woman. I presume that she heard us laughing with some neighborhood children who were performing for our cameras. She called down from her window to my Turkish roommate, asking if we would like some tea. Completely enchanted by the atmosphere we accepted. Next thing we knew she came out with a bundle of cushions for us to sit on. Then the neighborhood boys came tearing up the road with little yellow flowers for us- too cute. These were followed later, by a complete tea set, kettle cozy & all. The tea was great & so was the company.
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