a short reunion

Yesterday was our last day at the sea - the sea looked bluer, the water feel more refreshing.  I'm already missing Kusadasi.  In the evening we visited our friends - swam in their community pool, drank wine, ate cheese, and chased the kids around with napkins to clean up their ice cream.

Summer was so long, and so short, all at once.

Hakan and Yesim arrived at 4am, but, as my Anne informed me, no one heard them ring the doorbell.  I had told her to go to bed because the last time because she was ridiculously waiting up - when it was Tolga, my husband, that we were waiting for.  and I had a phone that he could call.  She said, "but we may not here it!"  I told her no worries - really, why would you wait up until 4am?  Except that Hakan and Yesim didn’t call anybody’s phone - not the home, not anyone’s cell - they were just sad and stuck outside bearing their suffering so we could all sleep… (big sigh).

We had intended on heading back to Ankara by the coast, to stay at some hotels and sightsee on the way home - but Yesim (sister-in-law) and their two boys were scheduled to come today and we cancelled our plans for them.  It wasn't a big deal, we wanted to see our nephews - but we could only manage a day together.  They are living in Germany now, Hakan is working at the hotel here, and Yesim only had a week permission from work.  Teoman and Batuhan are 6 months apart and the best of friends.  Bartu is 2 1/2  and all the kids ran around and played in the garden.  The time was too short - but we were so glad to have had it together