Day 10 - Way Back Home

I am now sitting on a marble near the shore of Ortakoy. It is very crowded here. 4 Indians are chatting in front of me and they are pretty interesting. People are eating oysters, corn and baked potatoes. The hanged flags are playing with the wind and I have no idea why am I writing those on my entry for leaving Barca :)))

On my last day, I woke up and looked at the empty side of my bed...Rodriguez wasn't there but his head's trace was on the pillow. This time I took a shower all alone and went downstairs for breakfast. For my last 4 days, Sergio gave me a present of breakfasts because of deciding to stay more. Good kid!

After the breakfast, I ran out to find an extra luggage. Ah, but before that I went to the musical instruments shop to buy an instrument for dad. After I bought my luggage, I went back to the hotel and packed. After the check-out, they let me to leave my luggages over there and spend my free time...

Then, by chance, dad called me and told that mum asks for a magnet. That was the moment when I realized I didn't buy any...because I don't like them and didn't want to bring magnets as presents...so I started to run faster to find a nice magnet like the ones in museum shops. I walked through the old town, and found a wonderful shop over there. When I left there I had magnets, cute frogs for my parent's house, an eraser for dad and a Pan-Am bag for me. (which I sometimes thinking to give Bert)

My bags were heavy and I wasn't sure if Rodriguez would come back. So I checked how much does it cost from hotel to the airport by cab. It wasn't too much...so I just took it!!

At the airport, I had plenty of time. The line of check-in was my landing on earth. There were 4 Turkish women next to me who talk too much and that was the first time my ears heard some Turkish after 9 days. No, I didn't like it...we had a delay, and a problem with the gate. But it was ok, I made some shopping (with my own money!!!) and then it was the time...

In the plane...I tried to listen to music, read, write, watch outside...but none of them worked. Yip was unhappy...I realized that I didn't miss anything in Turkey. (except some people). My eyes were full of tears...and I was aware that I could stay there forever. Silence for 9 days, not knowing someone in the town, bad experiences, hunger because of tomatoes, and even Rodriguez were not real problems. The way people behave, the freedom on the streets, creativity, and peace were what mattered. On that fucking plane, I understood that I won't stay long in Turkey. One day, something's going to happen and I will leave. Anything can be the reason...maybe I'll fall in love, maybe somebody will call me for a job, or just a moment will come and I'll pack my bag. I guess it will happen in at most one year...yes I'm that sure. Dad always says he is aware I'm not going to stay here since my childhood. Now I know that he is totally right...

I won't write what happened when I'm back because it is something ruining that magic.

That was all. End of Barca. Beginning of awareness!!!

Day 9 - Figueres Accomplished!

And the last day...

It would be understandable if I gave up with Figueres after that horrible experience. But no, I didn't :)

I was planning to go to Figueres on that day and then spend the next day for shopping. Yes! I wasn't aware that my last day is actually this one!

In the morning, I found something in my mailbox. It was saying ; 'enjoy your last day!'! I listened to it over and over again and checked the date...it was really my last day!!!

So, with a hurry I flied to the train station, took the right train this time and after 2 boring hours arrived to Figueres. There was a way to walk to Dali's house. Other than me, many many people were walking to reach it so I just followed them. Rodrigurez was asleep at the beginning, because he got tired with the train trip...

A huge line for tickets were waiting for me. Rodriguez, my dear thoughtful buddy, didn't want to leave me alone and joined me in that line. There was a problem with the 3g around Dali's house, maybe that was why he preferred the live without internet. As you can observe, he doesn't have any blogs or critics. Smart guy :)))

A Russian couple were standing right behind me. After 10 mins, the girl (who is the smallest Russian I've ever seen, even shorter than me and that was an ego satisfaction!) touched my shoulder and asked why is that line for?! I told her we are waiting to enter in, and she asked where are we going to buy the tickets?!

It was too too too crowded inside...I couldn't count the people around! The square in which his car is placed was full of people. It wasn't possible to get near to it...and at that moment my very lovely camera decided not to work anymore...yes it did! I renewed the batteries, but no...it wasn't working and it was too shiny for iphone. Rodriguez offered me help, I left him and camera alone...

There were circular corridors in the house. Dali's works were exhibited on that walls as groups. As every artist, he used to had specific concepts for specific times...Some of them were really interesting, because I haven't seen them before. But it wasn't possible to stand in front of something and watch the details. People were pushing you behind! Meat market!

The underground chambers in which his jewel design were exhibited were really good. I mean jewels yaa, I cannot imagine what would happen if he was the designer of my 'wish tree'!!!

In the other building, it was possible to see Dali-Gala personal stuff. Their bed, bath tub...after being faced with all those house concepts (Gaudi first, then Dali) I understood that I won't live in a regular place in future. Actually it's not hard to see that for the people who have seen our house in Ankara. With a psycho father like mine, I cannot be expected to be normal. (An example for my 'after friends', the curtains in our saloon are hanged on real trees...we went to the forest and picked the most suitable one. Then shaped it to fit perfect. And after every washing, we are hanging-curling it differently...my favorite was sultan turban:) )

To tell the truth, I was expecting somewhere more personal. But most of the place was full filled with his works, like paintings, designs...but I was excited to see the way he lived...anyway...

After leaving his house, Rod and I went to the 'Dali Jewels' exhibition. That was perfectly impressing. He made some mechanical components. There was a brooch in the shape of a heart, and it was beating!!!! Very detailed, very clear, very innovative and very aesthetic work...I can't get them out of my mind.

I had plenty of time for the departure. So, I went to a place to eat. I had the best meal of mine in whole trip. And the best sangria! Of course my head started to spin after a while, because it was poli poli poli poli zesti and the glass of sangria was huge :))))

In here, I wrote and drew a card for Astro. As usual, I had my colored pencils in my bag. As I was drawing on the card, the father-son Germans (yes German again) were watching me surprised. After a while, the boy couldn't stop himself and asked what am I doing. Here is the real conversation;

-Excuse me...what are you doing?

-I'm just writing a card to a friend of mine.

-I am sorry but...how old is he?

:))))

I couldn't answer that question...yes it was childish again, and not possible to understand for a cold German :)))

1 hour later...Me, Rodriguez, and Cin (that's my ipod's name) were on the train again...back to Barcelona. For our last night :(