Hospatality was the first trait I grew to love about Turkey. Our construction site was 15 minutes north of Adapazari in the hills. It was next to a small village, Adapazari-Taşkısığı. No one in this village spoke a word of English, there were no cars or anything that looked modern. But they were so helpful and friendly in my first week in Turkey before I discovered Istanbul. I will always remember my first 48 hours in Turkey with wonder, amazement and appreciation.

What about the language? When I hear someone speak Turkish I start to feel weak!

must be all about charm of diversities or differences?