The story of the three idiots and the sweet talkers...

We went to Izmir, the "big city" for the day to go to IKEA and a few other shops. We sipped our Starbucks on the boardwalk, I admit i miss Starbucks sometimes. This lady came by selling red roses. She had a few good lines about this and that...for your lady...blah blah...she was a sweet talker though. She got a few lira from us in exchange for the red rose that was going to die in the car on our two hour drive back down to Didim, oh well. She kept sweet talking, got a cigarette out of my husband...some more sweet talking(again in Turkish so I only understood some but knew it was sweet)...then she has my husband's friend's hand and plops a few beans in it and starts reading his palm. Talking about life and love, counting and giving good blessings. Then she moves on to my husband. He was hesitant at first but hey it's fun even though I wish I understood it all. More sweet talking about life, love and then she takes away Nazars...














The above photo is a Turkısh eye that helps protect from evil eyes. Evil eyes and jealous thoughts people may have towards you are reflected if you have these blue Turkish eyes about, the protection. People are always pinning little blue eye beads on ones they love, especially babies. But the fortune teller said she would take away Ç's nazar for a mere and measly 20 Lira. Ha-ha so Ç and his friend both handed this sweet talking gypsy 20 TL each...40 total and we brushed it off for good luck, of course purification from nazars and this lady deserved it for here sweet talking skills. She proceeded to talk to us more how she is a Roman...I think this really is the gypsies all over Europe. Always transient and not in their original country of Romania. Normally with poor jobs living in shanties. Does anyone have extra info on these people? She continued to tell us about her father in jail, her two kids and her husband whose job is "treasure hunter" looking or should I say looting the ancient historical sites in search of gold. All throughout she had kind eyes, a bluish green. I had my big sunglasses on so she wanted to see my eyes to make sure I was OK, this American I am. She was a character for sure! Took another cigarette and went on her way to sweet talk the next...














Then grandma sweet talker came over...the mother that probably taught all these ladies "working the boardwalk" to sweet talk. She had seen the para(money) we had handed out. Instead she went to me...grabbed my hand and before I knew it my palm was being read even though I didn't know what she was saying my husband tried to translate best he could. Something about a key is coming soon(it's about time we get our house key I hope:)) and more blah blah and oh no...seems I have a huge nazar against me. Could be the pregnancy, could be her using my husband's love she knows she can get some money from him...20 lira nope not enough...she needs more to banish this huge nazar from me...but sorry sweet talking grandma...para yok...bitti...We had just given away far too much money in a short amount of time. Oh good for a story, "The three idiots and the sweet talkers". haha!


















We proceeded to IKEA, to note a Swedish company, when Ç slams on the brakes because he sees a man selling Native American headdresses and bow and arrows on the side of the road. I snapped this pick of my hubby and his peace pipe but really just want to mention what an interesting global world we live in. I am an American married to a Turk in Turkey and we just bought Native American replica paraphernalia for our cafe that was made in Indonesia, that's why it was so cheap the man said...crazy...