If there is one thing I heard about multiple times before arriving in Turkey, it was the famed Turkish hospitality. People here love to treat you well. As yabanci, or foreigners, this is even more true. I wanted to relate a short story about it.
On Tuesday morning, Andy and I bused down to Tunalı Caddesi and were waiting for our friends to meet us. We sat on a bench at 745 am and prepared to wait. We were sitting about 10 feet from a small taxi stand crowded with taxi drivers waiting for work. We had been sitting less than 5 minutes when one of the drivers came out and said “You drink tea?”
I was surprised with his English but still responded, “Evet.” (‘yes’ in Turkish)
Sure enough, he brought out a small plastic table and two cups of tea for us. It was wonderful because it was a chilly morning and wonderful because they took pity on us poor, cold yabanci.
(I’ll be posting more food stories soon!)