Our summer home is in a typical Turkish style community - a community of 30 or so identical duplex homes sprinkled with mandarin trees. To the north of our community is Alisah Site, to the south of us is a soccer field, water park, and hotel, and to the west of us is the oldest community - Idarecelar Site. Each site has it’s set of rules, maintenance, and security. A site manager that collects garbage or cares for the gardens in the communal sites, sprays mosquito repellant into the air with a tractor a few nights a week. I supposed the uneven road of pavers may be the community’s responsibility too.
Our house is in the northwestern corner of the community which puts us the closest to the sea. To our north is our dead-end road/driveway, some land, and the neighboring communities dead-end road. To our west is community space filled with mandarin trees - a space that belongs to the city I suppose and they will eventually build a road. This no-man's land currently is filled with trees, but just north of it is dry and high brush. To our south is a duplex identical to ours - owned by gypsies that built a fence one meter into our land and doubled the size of their backyard by taking the city’s no-man’s land space as well.
Our house is number seventeen. The road kinda of peters out in front of our house with no clear marking or dead end sign - just pavers giving way to dirt and weeds. We have a concrete pad on the community space, a fence dividing our community from the next, and an illegal garden. Illegal because you’re not supposed to waste water on it, and it’s technically not our land.
But everyone does this.
Our entrance has two rock-face pillars that support a black iron gate. The pillars are unfinished, ending flatly with a wire sticking out waiting for a lamp to top it off. The path to our front door is rock-face as well - fitting neatly together and blending in. The walkway is lined with tall flowers and leads to the front porch. The kitchen window looks directly out onto this path, which is convenient for those watching for guests - but inconsequential for my mother-in-law because she’s too short.
The porch goes up one step - again with a rock-face style on its walls and tiles on the floor. Going left and up three steps you will be at our front door. Going right up to steps to a landing and then a turn aroudn the corner will bring you to our terrace int eh back. The porch is lined by a black iron fence and covered by a small, recently built, porch roof.
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