Five days and it will be upon us... so taunts my pesky internal calender, or shall I say, my 'confused' internal calender. While in Colorado, I experienced a brief moment of commercial holiday excess, malls packed with early Christmas enthusiasts and merry, Christmas jingles rang (not yet too obnoxiously) everywhere from Target to sentimental adverts on television. I spent cozy evenings curled up on my parent's sofa, engrossed in bantery family drama and comfortable conversation. These moments felt like Christmas, as I baked with my mother and lunched with my father... yet the days were longer and the sun beat a little bit stronger than during the month of December.
While in Poland I fully embraced my winter wonderland of Christmas glee -strolled through the Christmas market, like a little girl, returning to her homeland. Wrapped up in Eastern European nostalgia, my heart pleaded with me to stay in this cold, winter drudgery for another year. 'Why would you leave this?' questioned my very core, down to my bones. I sighed and continued to walk past pottery stands, grilling osepik and mulled wine - welcoming in the familiar smells of Krakow in the winter, quickly, before hurrying off to a warmer location to chat and drink Sunday afternoon wine with friends. Ah, it was good to be back.
Nevertheless, I boarded a plane to Turkey, sat on the runway for over four hours and watched the first blizzard of the season tear into Eastern Europe from the comfort of my Turkish Airline's window seat. I landed and began my Turkish adventure – a new chapter, blank and staring me in the face like a lost puppy in a wind storm.
Ah, the Mediterranean... sounds romantic and enchanting, no? The sea does sparkle a heavenly hue of blue, the sun DID shine profusely for the first week after my arrival... however, someone must have informed the weather gods that I had come to escape the cold of winter and had only packed 'Mediterranean' style clothes. HAHA! The irony abounds as I sit, huddled up on my couch, wrapped in scarf, leg warmers and slippers – fingerless gloves and my only hoodie. I write to the glorious flicker of candle light as my computer's battery light flashes... yes, no electricity. So soon I will be sitting here, with no music and no outlit to express these grave concerns. I will scrounge for more candles so I can perhaps paint a dark, melancholic picture of my life thus far in my Mediterranean paradise. :-D
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