apparently we're famous

After classes today I went with a couple classmates to the cell phone store so they could put more minutes on their phones. After several slightly confused minutes of, we were ready to leave when the owner of the store came down the stairs, introduced himself to us and invited us to go up to his office to chat. With no reason not to, we followed him and up the stairs and talked to us for twenty minutes over Nescafe about his travels in the US, our experiences in Turkey, where to get the best kokorec in Bursa and the island of Malta (he had lived there for four years). About halfway into conservation it came out why he was so curious about the young Americans who had walked into his store: apparently there had an article in the local newspaper about us in the last week, explaining who we were, why were here and describing our trip last week to the mall, which by the way was one of the nicest I had ever scene.