plans change

I never got to say goodbye to my sister and mother.  But that was their fault.

Our plan was to stay in Ankara for a couple of days, then go onto Istanbul.  Monday I just wanted to rest, and Tuesday, Tolga would have the day off.  I just wanted to hang out in my home, with our son.

My mother wanted to go shopping for rugs, and my sister had been wanting a latte since she got here.  I offered to take her to Starbucks in the evening, but she was going Monday morning with or without us.  I offered to show her on the map where it was, but she used her phone to map out the route and didn't need any help.  I should have helped her though, as there were two Starbucks - one was easy to get too, the other was hilly and tiring.  My mom and her made it there, but by the time they returned, they were hungry and now wanted to go out to eat.  Tolga and I rarely eat out, so I had no suggestions.  They ended up returning to the same area to find something to eat.  In the evening, I walked to meet Tolga - as I usually do - and my sister announced: I am not walking there for a third time today!

I wished I could show them more of Ankara, or more cool places - but our lives here have been pretty simple thus far and we most of our days off are spent at home with the family - and my sister was unimpressed.  She made plans that evening to take a bus to Istanbul with my mother in the morning.  My father would follow with me a day later, and Tolga would follow on the weekend.

So, Tuesday morning, Tolga brought my mother and sister to the bus station. Tolga's brother, my father, he and I hung around the house that day.  In the evening we ate fish, packed our bags, and Tolga's friend came over with a cake.

Then, that night, I took a shower before going to bed.  I towel dried my hair, then attempted to dry my back but instead I dislocated my shoulder.  It may sound ridiculous to have dislocated your shoulder towel-drying your back - but I have an unstable shoulder, and I should have known better.  About one month earlier I had down the same motion and almost hurt myself then.  I had thought to myself: Yikes! That was a careless move, I better not do that motion again.


Lesson not learned.
But now, lesson learned.

So, the night was spent at the hospital.  I never did go to Istanbul, they didn't get to say goodbye, and two nights later were crying over dinner (and probably a couple glasses of wine) that they couldn't say bye to Teoman.