Serving Bread

I got shaved today. Actually, I got shaved twice. My friends and I visited a local barbershop in a coastal city off the Aegean Sea in Turkey, where I got pampered. (Before I am accused of being metrosexual, it is common to be shaved in Turkey)

The young barber lathered my face and with a new blade shaved off the stubble beard. When he was done with the shave, he re-lathered my face and did that process again. After the shave, he washed my hair and massaged my head, and when I thought he was over, he massaged my back, arms and fingers.

And with the “complimentary” glass of tea after the shave/massage, I was relaxed.

We have been in Turkey for three days now, and I think my rhythm is almost normalized. The trip over here went well with Layla. She was a trooper during that process.

My traveling companion and friend has reflected some on our trip so far. I will reflect some as well over the next several weeks. Being here is great for my soul, especially that my whole family is here. I love the life perspective I am getting. And of course culturally, there is so much here that speaks to my soul. Imagine that—Turks and Armenians share common cultural values.