first sunday, jetlag and all, we roamed around the besiktas area where we are at. kinda lonely here; the hotel where we are staying is somewhere in the hills. after some 20 minutes of hiking (think baguio like terrain) i found a stretch of boutiques-gucci, armani, prada, boss-i'm saved! i've memorized the place so i can go back for some major card swiping. amex will issue me a new card. someone have cloned my card and started using it somewhere in the world while i'm here sulking.
few more blocks i finally saw a starbucks outlet. quite pricey compared to other starbucks outlet in the world (converted to US$ of course). we ordered mocha frappuccinos. and here they are…
yes, you read it right. they wrote mrs. i didn't bother to correct them since 1.) the counter person's HOTT! and 2.) it's an effort to order the frap more so to correct them. no english! english wakaranai. there was a smoking area at the rear. we sat there not to smoke (i already quit) but because the setting is fabulous and the couch is so contemporary middle eastern.
since i'm a mrs now, a mr is in order. and i present you… lorenzo! the father of my would be first born child.