A white coffee cup with a green label that always reminds me of the early 1990's.
sesame seeds from my glutinously consumed tahini pastry - I wipe them away as soon I notice them so as not to look like too much of a pig... especially when surrounded by the posh, Turkish nouveau riche.
An ashtray overflowing with smashed butts and ash from this table's previous occupant.
A computer screen that reflects more of 'me' than the many articles, conversations I am having and of course the sentences I am trying to construct. I realize I have forgotten earrings this morning - also that I like the wavy-ness of my hair and the neckline of my t-shirt. I notice that I look older than the photos I had been looking at earlier in the day - photos from 2006; which seem like yesterday but was apparently five years ago... so I suppose it makes sense that I have aged... but I'm not too sure how I feel about this at the moment. I put my sunglasses down from the top of my head so I stop looking at my reflection in the computer screen - but then I can also no longer see what I am doing, so they get returned to their resting place and I try to ignore the strange woman staring down at her keyboard.
Two men in their early 30's are sitting under an umbrella, engaged in a govial conversation which occasionally erupts in laughter as one shares something from his iphone: an email, an article, an sms... I can't make out the finer details - but I enjoy watching them smile and carry on so lightheartedly. The one being read to smokes frantically, as if he must be finished with his cigarette before the story comes to an end. I relate to the man reading and realize I currently have no one to obnoxiously share all of my interesting article finds with. I suppose I could call up my previous victim and veraciously read him as much as I could before my phone credit ran out... but then I see I don't actually HAVE any phone credit, so I must leave that thought for now.
A group of women have just sat down in the sun, coffees and cakes purchased. They are dressed to true Sunday-morning-Turkish-perfection... that is to say - immaculately. No hair flies out of place, red lipstick meticulously painted on lips that look a bit collegian enhanced... and as I look around me, I realize most of these women look a bit 'enhanced'.
Multiple conversations, iced-coffee, cigarette smoke and cologne swirl around this sunny patio. Shiny designer sunglasses, large expensive watches and handbags capture my attention as a jet flies past - dangerously close.
The jet takes my attention further afield and I think of how beautiful it must be to fly into Antalya. My late night flight robbed me of that experience, but it's pretty amazing in my mind.
I fixate on the sea as it glimmers in the distance and the mountains emerge magnificently from the blue water. I wonder what I am doing sitting in a cafe when I really should be swimming in those waters... I wonder if six weeks of healing is long enough for my broken foot to be ready to brave the rocks of the Mediterranean shores... a tinge of pain stirs in my foot - as if to say, "give it time".
I usually ignore 'sage advice' - and so it is with this that I must close up my laptop for the day and follow my desire to be closer to the water - no, to be in the water - floating undisturbed and victorious along with the fishes.
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