First Morning

Everyone says that the Turkish people are warm and friendly.  Venturing out early on this Sunday morning, most of the shops are still shuttered and there is the feeling of city not yet awake.  An elderly gentleman, leaning on his cane, sits outside on the sidewalk, watching Sally and I walking up the street.  I look him in the eye and say, “meharba”  His dark eyes light up and with surprising spryness he get up, extends his arms and with a wide grin, embraces me in greeting.