Dear Istanbul, Istanbul canim, our 4 week romance has been all that I desired... And it's been over 28 days since I last cried. And just today, on my last day, at one of my favourite cafes... Whilst I was grappling with my emotions on leaving you and returning home to those I love... You played The Gypsy Kings... It took me straight back to happy Saturday mornings at Anzac Street. Clean washing on the line, the water glinting off the pool, the curtains billowing with fresh ocean breezes and The Gypsy Kings ... The soundtrack of our Saturday housework mornings. And so now in the cafe, they think I'm crying cos I'm leaving Istanbul... But I'm crying to the strains of a song in a language I don't understand. And to the sweet memories of happy days. Of the joys and of the loss. And now anything sung in Spanish makes me think of him.
