Ok so I spoke too soon about signing off. Didn’t know Iwould be offered a hookah. I always thought it was tobacco so I declined but Muze, my new best friend and one who assured me that Turkish men, such as himself, were the best looking on the planet. (no argument from me, Jalisco women are the most beautiful–or maybe Thai–and Turkish men are pretty close to perfect). Anyway I digress.
He revved up the hookah for me with Apple flowers in the reservoir, aluminum foil on top and we each had our own mouthpiece. I felt very exotic puffing away with clouds of sweet smelling smoke engulfing me. I assumed the pose, nonchalance to the nth degree. Nearly Andy Warhol, Velvet Underground, disdain. SOOOO much fun. The water boils because of the small pieces of charcoal put on top of the aluminum foil. I think it is a very social thing, kind of like a smoke fondue. Very nice. A bit dizzying No tobacco nor weed so maybe just the smoke in the lungs, not sure. Very special. Good bye Muze
