Travel Tales: Sometimes I Really Embarrass Myself...

 

It was a beautiful morning in Istanbul.

 

 

Mr. Wonderful and I were waiting to tour

the Dolmabahce Palace.

 

 

We had to wait in a long line for the

next tour in English.

 

 

Mr. W. held our place in line while I went

off exploring, I enjoyed this beautiful spot

by the water...

 

 

I admired this gate but was saddened

that the shot had to be ruined by the

ugly modern buildings behind it...

 

 

I enjoyed watching the children...

 

I then headed back to the line and that's

when it happened.  For the past 30 years,

as Mr. W. & I are strolling or standing next

to each other, I often hold onto his arm. 

My brain could not register what was

happening because I could see Mr. W's

face in my peripheral vision saying Nooooooo.

And then I looked up and my arm was

entwined in another man's arm.  I gasped,

turned red and said, "I thought you were

my husband!" as scenes of me causing an

international incident are running through

my head...  The man was with 3 women, one of

whom was his wife and they were from Spain

so we could communicate easily and they

were such good sports.  As they left, the

wife came up and grabbed my arm, and

said, "Don't worry, I will share him with you."

 

And as all the palaces and gardens begin to

fade, it is always the interaction with others

that will stay with us forever.