At the grocery store, I even got my cheeks pinched by an elderly büyükanne (grandmother, literally 'big mother') after I told her boś ver (oh nevermind it) after running into me with her shopping cart. She proceeded to ask if I was Iranian (the not usual 'where are you from?' I am used to). And when I said I was Californian, she then corrected and said: Meksikalı mısınız? Mayan? (Are you Mexican? Or Mayan?) I shook my head 'yes' to Mexican but was somewhat stunned with her follow-up Mayan question. She didn't mind and laughed heartedly, told me I was beautiful and a blessing, and walked away.
I will admit it: Ankara and its people are the real beautiful blessing this summer.