I have posted an old story, for reasons which will become clear below.

Three nights ago, I was out with my Yoga teacher, who, unlike the majority of yoga teachers, is not averse to a cocktail or two. Her view (quite rightly) is that acetism has its utility, but is best practiced by people other than one's self. Sitting in a quiet café in the Asmalı Mescit district, chatting with a girl who lives in Goa, I was unexpectedly approached by Eren, who is a friend of my pal Eda from San Francisco. Last October we memorably arranged to meet at a Halloween bash.

Yesterday afternoon, after an exhausting day of doing nothing, my friend Sue and I were having a glass of wine at a café terrace, when I was introduced by the owner to a guy from San Francisco, who immediately said "Shazz, what's up, how you been?"

Turns out he is also a friend of Eda's who was one of the organizers of the Halloween party.

This is a small town, but I thought it was a bit odd that I met both these people (two of maybe 5 contacts I had in this city prior to moving) over the last three nights.