Saturday night Tolga and I watched a Fenerbahce game (his only team) over a Turkish breakfast. We drank tea, and I packed intermittently. Tolga always helps me pack. Mostly to be helpful, but partly because I drag me feet. A lot. And while I'm aware of this, its sometimes harder for me to move any faster when he's doing it all for me. I start getting confused.
"Where's my book?"
"In the suitcase"
"But I wanted to read it on the bus."
So, we unpack the suitcase, find my book, and I wander around the house some more trying to remember what I'm forgetting.
Tolga drove me to the bus station, we said our good byes, and I took my seat on the bus. Tolga told the bus attendant that I needed a pillow. I didn't say this, but my neck is always getting stiff without one, and Tolga knows this and so he asked for me.
I hope I don't become lazy, aimless, and helpless on my own . . .
The bus was comfortable, I had my new book and read it most of the night as my feet and toes swelled from the elevation and weather changes. We stopped in Afyon in the middle of the night. It was 15 degrees faranheit, and very foggy. We go over to mountains on the way to Kusadasi and fog is always a big problem. The woman next to me woke up with the first brake being slammed and stayed awake with her eyes wide maybe trying to penetrate the fog.
I arrived in the early morning, having called Hakan an hour earlier he was waiting at the station with his friend. Again, there wasn't much I had to do. He took my suitcase, he drove us home, and we had breakfast together in Kusadasi once again.
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