
And no, I didn't have to buy a monkey. But there was some sightseeing, which meant a chance let my inner Discount Knight run rampant in the bazaars of Turkey. A highlight had to be haggling over a rosary (yeah, I know - dickering over the price of a holy object is probably not exactly the best thing to do, but I refuse to fight my nature), which included this exchange:
ME: This is pretty. How much?
SELLER: Oh, you have excellent taste. 24.
ME: How much?
SELLER: For you, 18.
ME: 18, huh?
SELLER: Your eyes; so pretty.
ME: Really?
SELLER: Like the ocean when I look into them.
ME: Like the ocean?
SELLER: Yes. 15.
ME: Look a little deeper, call it 12, and we've got a deal.
Hee, hee, hee!
It's good to be home. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers during my time so far away.
3 comments:
I think you go beyond a Discount Knight, to Discount Duke or something.
*snicker*
So I'm cut-rate aristocracy, am I?
Glad you had a good time and made it home safe. A week away in another country sounds heavenly... Especially with your bargaining oceaa-like eyes, hypnotizing unsuspecting foreign merchants.
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