Each Day is Valentine’s Day

So Turkey, here I am! Waiting outside arrivals at Bodrum airport, exhausted from twelve hours of travel. Touching down on steaming tarmac with the sparkling aquamarine of the Aegean Sea as a backdrop and olive trees covering every surrounding hill, for as far as the eye could see. That is every hill that hasn’t been swallowed up by some villa or hotel complex or building site. One of the things I noticed here was buildings went up in record time. Despite that, the rugged beauty is still apparent and the smell of dry heat when the warm breeze gently brushes your face, reminds you of all past Mediterranean holidays and the sunshine happiness associated with them.

It’s funny how one brief moment can change your life for ever, one minute you you’re planning your next visit to Slimming World, whilst munching on a Mars bar, flicking through OK magazine and wondering if it’ll show on the weigh in, and the next you are waiting for your connecting flight at Istanbul airport when Kevin Costner zooms past you on a golf buggy. Always wanted to be a jet setting celebrity, but the truth of the matter was he was filming an advert for Turkish Airlines so sadly on this occasion, we didn’t exchange phone numbers. That and the fact, that he was accompanied by his gorgeous and stick insect thin model wife.

So destination Bodrum here I am and where is my beloved? As I push my luggage laden down with all my summer Primarni buys and duty frees through the crowds and the hoards of transfer drivers waiting to pick up their passengers, there doesn’t seem to be anyone waiting for me. Tears burn the back of my throat at the thought of having come all this way for nothing. It seems I may have burned all my bridges and travelled all this way to be stood up at the airport. The question is do I get into a dodgy looking taxi, with the obligatory prayer beads hanging from the mirror and equally dodgy Turkish music blaring from the stereo, and get to the nearest hotel or do I catch the next flight back to the UK to a chorus of “I told you so’s”? As my misery deepens all of a sudden, Ahmed appears from behind a pillar carrying the tackiest bunch of flowers ever; the kind that you would buy in an Esso garage back in the UK. In my head I hear the line from the song “My funny Valentine”, the one that goes “you make me smile with my heart”? My heart sings along and I know now that everything is going to be okay. At least for today I am where I am supposed to be after all.

Want to know where our love story all began, then check out the Honeymoon Stories


14 thoughts on “Each Day is Valentine’s Day

  1. Ahhh, you’re from the UK—my birth planet, from which my parents snatched me at age 7 and deposited me in the foreign wilds of Pennsylvania, to grow up amongst Yanks.


  2. Starting from the beginning as you can see. I love Turkey and detest insect thin models. So I think we will get along just fine 🙂 Will be back to browse through the rest. Thanks for dropping by my blog to comment.


  3. Heya, I visited Turkey last year and was totally charmed by that place. Thank you so much for dropping by my blog today!! Yours looks very interesting and i will surely follow!! Cheers!!


    • I love Bodrum really upmarket compared to Altinkum where we live!!!! The Turkish people are such gracious hosts and love life even though they work very hard and have very little money to show for it – maybe there’s a lesson there for us!


  4. “Generosity is not giving me that which I need that you do, but it is giving me that which you need more that I do.”
    ― Kahlil Gibran


  5. Now I understand how you found my blog… Turkish coffee. I was sure it had nothing to do with head lice. 🙂
    I, too, fell in love with Turkey when I visited there. I took one of my sons on a month long tour and it, much like you have described, changed my life. I haven’t been lucky enough to return, but would in a flash if ever I am able.
    Since we share a common interest in things Turkish, I would like to direct you to my remnantworksfabricmosaics.wordpress.com blog. You will see by fabric mosaic art which was influenced greatly by my visit to the ancient sites.


    • Hi Keri, it was definitely Turkish coffee that drew me to one of your posts we do seem to have shared passion although I don’t have an artistic bone in my body so I do envy you and I really do think that Turkey does have a kind of magic which keeps you coming back


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