Turkey beneath my feet
It’s been far over a year now since I returned from my 1.5 year Turkey adventure. This experience has shaped me so much though, that I still find myself saying “when in Turkey“ at least once a day. The Turkey anecdotes keep accompanying me wherever I go. They’ve become part of my story.
The picture I’m sharing today shows one of the last glimpses I got on Turkish soil shortly after take-off – and right before reverse culture shock hit me. Beneath my feet I could spot the Izmir districts of Karşıyaka and Bostanlı with their respective ferry boat docks. It all looked like a toy scenery from my window seat. Even the busiest shopping streets seemed calm and deserted.
I still find it fascinating how we just board a plane, eat a sandwich and get off somewhere completely different. It sometimes all happens so fast that our soul seems to need considerable extra time to adjust. A year and five months should be more than enough. I can’t help it though. When in Turkey, oh when in Turkey.
For other interpretations of Beneath Your Feet, have a look here.