First Impression
So far its been a week now since making the move to Istanbul, all the way from Denmark. I drive down here to try and at least be able to bring some of my treasured possesions and memories of life back home. I have moved in for temprary purposes till mine and my fiancess apartment will be finished and so far I can only say that the Turkish people I have met are one of the most hospital people as far as I can see and feel, I know that others have also mentioned the same.
Last night I had the pleasure of attending a typical Turkish wedding, much as any wedding any were else in the world people come and congratulate the happy couple, we were all seated at tables in a outside garden resturant, but then the small differences bagen to appear in customs. The Wedding singer dressing in a punkish outfit with what looked like a bunch of ex hippies as her band started whailing out Turkish music. I suppose I had ecpected her to start a rendition of a old Janis Joplin number or something from the Stones, but although not understanding so much as a iota of a word I ject tried to listen to the rythem and feeling instead of trying to understand what she was hoing on about.
The happy couple entered, and all stood and clapped and we were greeted with another music rendition from the band, and the groom and bride were escorted to the table by what I understood were the grooms parents. We were served a typical I understand dish of different small appetizers on a platter. Very much a mediterrean style of food. The waiters were busy serving drinks of all types, and I had a local "Raki" which if anyone doesnt know is a aneside based drink and is very much the same as ouzo (greek). It went down a treat.
Then after eating are appetizer, the happy couple had the pleasure of gong around to each table to meet and greet all the family and friends that had come. When finally it came are turn they were nice enough as well attentive to make there introductions to me in English.
From here we moved onto the main course, chicken, rice and salad. Which I guess is no different then anywhere else. The photographers were by now running around selling pictures taken from the meet and greet session. It was of course 5lira. About 2 euros or 3 dollars. We purchased ares as we felt somehow obligied to.
The evening progressed with more Turkish wailing, we even apparently had a well known Turkish opera singer who had to let us enjoy the sound of his healthy lungs, by this time I was begining to realize that music and emotions play every so much importance to the rendition.
Stop, now we have to go and eat, the finance in her very strong Turkish emotional attituide is yelling its getting COLD!! so I had better run. I will finish at another point.
