In the morning I was supposed to go to a class, but I could not bring myself to leave the bed, so playing up my sore throat I decided to stay at home. Eventually hunger drove us from the bed, and we went for a duner for lunch. The duner was spicy and greasy and among the best that I have had in Istanbul. I drank an orange juice, to counteract the sore throat, and he drank an ayran, and I was very happy. We walked down the road to do a bit of grocery shopping and the boy got an ice cream. As he ate it we strolled around the neighborhood, trying to get to know it a little better. We wandered up a side street and found a very quiet, relaxed nargile cafe. We ordered two teas and a mint/lemon water pipe. The young men working at the cafe we absolutely polite, and chill, and we played tabla, drank our drinks, and puffed away on the pipe. Everything was wooden, and lightly green due to the plants all around the windows.
I can’t capture exactly what was so perfect in that moment, in that place. Perhaps it was being able to share it with a man that I absolutely love. Perhaps it was that I felt absolutely no pressure and no stress, which is difficult to come by in a city this large. Whatever it was, I look forward to many more lazy saturdays in my lifetime.