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| another late morning for most of us |
Packing wasn't supposed to be difficult. Tolga and I leave a set of old lounge-around-the-house and work-in-the-garden type clothes here. But the kids got presents from
Baba and their cousins, I bought presents, I
got presents, I had bought a couple things for the house. We had my clothes, Tolga's clothes and the the three kids' clothes. A bouncy chair. Car stuff. Car seat stuff. Drinks and snacks and diapers and wet wipes. Somehow - the car was full - Tolga and I in the front, Tomris and Tuana and
bags in the middle row, Teoman in the trunk/third row - one seat folded down for more trunk space.
It's a nine hour drive to Kusadasi. Tolga is used to long roads - driving to locations around Turkey all the time for his job. He's not a smooth driver - but he is alert and much more aware than I to the unpredictability of Turkish drivers - so he usually drives the whole way and I usually feed everyone the whole way.
While the road is nine hours, we often take 11 or 12 with the kids - stopping at least three times for gas, food, bathroom or a good looking playground. Tomris was the first to need an emergency potty break at the side of the road. It was raining and I held her and she looked at me trying to figure out if I was joking or not. Teoman had just started peeing standing up - and she couldn't understand why she couldn't do the same. So Tolga and I were in tears laughing as I tried to hold her squatting over the shoulder drop off.
Pee everywhere.
We stopped a short while later for the boys to use the toilet. Then 2/3 of the way home at a McDonald's that has an indoor playground. (The kids kept saying "I remember this!") They played while Tolga ran and bought special lokum, sucuk, and Starbucks - all special to the area (including the Starbucks because its the only one en route.
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