I know I should be writing about all the amazing things I've seen today, but I'd rather tell you how everyone approaches April and I and asks where we are from. I know that you're going to find this shocking, but, even seasoned travelers such as ourselves apparently stick out like a sore thumb, as we get approached A LOT (like, let's say, every 20 feet).
We get all sorts of responses, and, interestingly, America is never one of them. England is the most popular, then a variety of other European countries before they give up and we divulge (although to the Germany response, April commented "but I'm not wearing socks with my sandals!!"). I suppose we should tell them immediately when they ask "hey pretty lady, you from England?" but we smile, shake our head no and make them painfully guess a few more countries.
Today, however, as we are in the plaza in front of the Egyptian (aka Spice) Bazaar, an 80-ish year old woman pokes me (POKES ME!) in the arm and asks Armenia? I couldn't even make her guess again, so I quickly responded with "No, American." Which received a very befuddled look on her face. I just smiled and walked away.
ps--in case you're wondering, I did pick up some Turkish Delight at the Spice Bazaar and even got the lovely gentleman to give April & I each a sample. YUMMY :)