Trip of a life time

 I am going to Istanbul, Turkey. I will be there for 7 days, and two days flying time.  I have wanted to go to the Middle East since I was a kid. Their architecture fascinates me. The Ottoman dynasty thrills me. The history intrigues me. I have read many a romance novel where the heroine was captured and placed in a harem only to fall in love with the Sultan. Needless to say, I am thrilled. 

I know I won’t be there long but I want to say the right things and do the right stuff. I started doing my research on what to do, what to wear, how to act, and even a few words to get me by in the bazaar. I will learn until I go! That is what I do, I learn and I know things! I am so excited!

I am going by myself. I wish I had someone to go with me but that doesn’t seem to be my way of doing things. If I wait for others, I would never get to go anywhere. So, I go alone. 

When I booked the tickets, I almost had a panic attack. My heart about beat out of my chest. This was due to excitement and fear! I and scared to death. I am going to another country, another continent, half the world away, BY MY SELF! without knowing anyone there, without knowing the language or customs, yet. I am afraid I will get confused and lost. I am afraid I will do a big faux pas and end up insulting someone or breaking a law. It exasperating what my brain can come up with. The panic will try to talk me out of going, but I will not let it! This is my chance to see the world I dream about, the world I have wanted to see.  This is my beginning. Next Stop, THE WORLD 


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