A Little Bit of Turkey in My Seoul
Doesn’t this look like a shop in Turkey? It’s right in the middle of Seoul, across the street from a couple of Turkish restaurants.
For those new to the blog, I used to live in Turkey, and I spent a lot of time in shops just like this, to the point that our home is usually filled with all kinds of Turkish delights. On our way home from dinner the other night, we walked by a window full of lamps and beautiful colorful pottery, Istanblue.
When we walked in, Todd said Merhaba, and the shop owner replied Merhaba with an uncertain questioning tone. We exchanged all of the normal pleasantries in Turkish, and then our new friend Kenan set about making us some tea. But he quickly decided to make Turkish coffee instead, since the tea he had on hand was actually from Montana (small world). We felt at home and trasnported, happy to be welcomed by a warm-hearted Turk.
As we sat and shared coffee and stories, I kept looking at all of the lamps on display. Since we’re now living in mostly empty quarters while we wait for our stuff to arrive, the house seems drab and very, very white. Wouldn’t a big bright colorful lamp be just the thing?
We quickly found one we liked and went through the standard haggle. Our choice was slightly cracked on the inside, leading Kenan to offer us a price much lower than I thought was the bottom line – SCORE! The shop took a few days to repair it and we just picked it up last night, after more tea and a whammy conversation about politics in both of our home countries.
Since this shop is on our walk from the subway to our front door, I know we’ll be drinking lots of tea with Kenan and keeping my Turkish skills in good shape.