Checked something off my list:
6. Drink Turkish coffee
Happened the night we booked the hotel. Verdict: it’s a strong espresso with a decent caffeine kick, due to the grinds left in the brew. Will try again.
My next step is to have my fortune read by someone who knows how to read the coffee dregs that remain on the cup walls after flipping it onto its rim. From what I heard from those who’ve had it done before, the accuracy can be startling and since I’m all about tapping into the ethereal plane, I’m looking forward to finding out all those things I never knew I knew about myself.
Regarding my other plans, a lot of them are waiting for Jenny. I want to take her to the Belgrade Forest where we can hike and climb high branches to drink wine and find old ruins and carve our names in a tree trunk and get lost while holding hands. I want to take her to Princes’ Islands and ride bikes with no handlebars and pet wild horses and eat fresh fish and swim at a private beach and have a picnic in an abandoned building with a view of the cargo ships at the mouth of the Bosphorus. I want to read to her my favorite passages from books I’ve read while we sit on the shore of the Aegean Sea and get tan and drunk from the sun, where we’ll kiss a lot and salsa in the sand and maybe I’ll know how to whistle at the waves.
