Well, for this week’s WordPress photo challenge, the theme is surprise. Now, dear reader, I’ve been pretty stumped on this one – and couldn’t come up with anything but the most mundane – you know – the surprise of dewdrops on a cobweb in early winter and some such. It felt trite, and cliché, and as I have been enjoying joining in with his tribe of photo-obsessed WordPress bloggers, I wanted to continue my new tradition. You can click for my entries on “reflection” and “delicate,” respectively.
Now, as I try to keep all of my posts related to the topic of this blog, a roadtrip through one Turkish-American cross-cultural marriage – it took me a while to figure out which photo I would like to share.
Finally, early this morning, it hit me.
Early this fall, I was shopping for some of our favorite Turkish sour cherry jam, olives, fresh savory pastries and white cheese at the local Armenian market (where the owners speak Turkish – and had a summer place down the street from M.’s family, as it turns out). As I sat at the stoplight, car full of delicious scents, I had a surprise – two big “American looking” dudes, were walking in front of my car with a dead lamb casually thrown across their shoulder. While this is a common sight in Turkey (well, in more rural parts of Anatolia from my experience), it is NOT a common sight here. We are, in this century, and perhaps in my social class, way too disconnected from where our Christmas lamb roast ACTUALLY originates.
So, after catching my surprised breath, I got out my iPhone camera just in time to catch them crossing the road. Then, I just reminded myself that I was in Boston’s “Little Armenia” and drove on home as the puppets all looked on as if *nothing* shocking had happened. They didn’t even deign to comment.