Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Istanbul Revisited

As I stare out my window (again) I try to ignore the connection with the city and its hills. I always feel like home here.. as if someone has created this place on purpose so that I wouldnt miss Lisbon so badly.

It reminds me of that story I used to hear as a kid... in which a moorish king (or was it a sheikh?) planted thounsands of almond trees in Algarve (south of Portugal), so that every Spring, it would make his Nordic bride less home sick. Simply by imagining that the beautiful white scenario, created by the almond tree flowers blossoming, was nothing more than snow covering the nearby lands... just like home.

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