Common
Common in Izmir:
- Huge slabs of raw meat sitting on tables outside of restaurants.
- A deep fear of drafts. Because they will make you sick. Unlike the raw meat on the counters outside of restaurants.
- Midnight strolls around town. With your baby.
- Staring. I've started to pick up this habit in earnest. I like that it is socially acceptable here.
- Getting yelled at by waiters for ordering coffee before the meal begins. Apparently I shouldn't want coffee at that time.
- Deep, deep holes in the streets.
- People using blowtorches on the sidewalks without any safety gear for themselves or caution tape to warn others.
- Taxi drivers sleeping in the back of their cabs.
- Small cakes and ice cream served for free on buses.
- Refrigerated red wine. Everywhere.
- Old ladies who beat cars with their canes.
- Black Lung due to the high concentration of coal dust in the air during the winter months.
- Sitting/standing really close to strangers for no apparent reason.
- Walking into people (like, full body-checks) and continuing to stroll on past as if no contact were made. My favorite was when an old woman took it to the next level with my friend Lisa -- she didn't just "bump past" her -- she did a double handed push to Lisa's stomach, perhaps to suggest that Lisa should move.
- Every man owns and wears at LEAST one cardigan sweater with caribou on it. Everyday.
- Pants made of sweater. (I have a pair)
- Single serving hand wipes.
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be careful?
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ps: I love Turkey
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