“I looked at Bob, sitting opposite me, with his tulip glass of Turkish tea untouched. I could hear his end of the conversation and I heard him saying “Oh, she is? Do they know? Oh dear!”. He ended the call, turned to me and said, “We have to leave, NOW!” To the bewilderment of the visa office director, we got up and abruptly left the office. B. led me outside and explained that he just got the news that I was on the same list as my other colleagues and was liable to detained and possibly sent out of the country; they advised that I should leave the country and the sooner the better.”
An excerpt from a spy thriller? No, it’s the events that actually happened to me and led to us leaving Turkey earlier than planned.
Idaho. What’s in Idaho?, somebody asked me upon learning we were driving there. America is full of wonders, both natural and man-made. So why are you choosing Idaho over, say, Las Vegas or Redwoods in California? The answer is simple. In Idaho, there’s a house where Michael spent some of the happiest years of his youth. There are woods behind that house where his dog Liz used to run. And the bowling alley where he used to go with his friends after school. I wanted to see the places Michael told me so much about.
Time flies, my blog is becoming covered in proverbial dust and cobwebs as I once again become daunted by a back log of events to describe and we are now in our third year of living in Kayseri, Turkey. I feel like a seasoned expat veteran, fit to dispense sage advice about adapting to life in a conservative Turkish town and best places to find lahmacun – until I have to call a gas company to sort out our gas bill and then I`m back to feeling like a stuttering idiot yabanci (Turkish word for ‘foreigner’).
On Tuesday morning, I was sitting in possibly the best living room in the world, not minding if we spent the whole day there, when somebody mentioned shopping.
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I accomplished so many firsts on this trip. A lot of them were to do with food (I might have to do a separate blog post about just the food) and quite a few were to do with wildlife. I wouldn’t go as far as call hummingbirds wild, but there you go – my first wildlife encounter in the US.
Since my first morning in Leon’s house I`d been stalking humming birds. I`d never seen one before, so when one hoovered mid-air, the rapid beating of its wings producing the characteristic hum that gave the bird its name, I was startled and jumped aside. Hummingbirds beat their wings up to 50 times per second! I was mesmerized the blur of their wings and the way they seemed to disappear – suspended by the bird feeder one second and then suddenly gone, with a slight vibration of air. So I sat with my phone held high, trying to be still and my efforts paid off. I even managed to capture a hummingbird’s encounter with a bee.
For years now I`ve had a long list of ‘American’ things to do: things I saw on TV and movies, read about in books, heard about from friends or my husband. The list includes but is not limited to the following:
- going to a sports game and seeing cheerleaders and waving a foam finger (regardless of sport or team involved)
- going to a bar where you can eat peanuts and throw shells on the floor
- going to a bar where people line-dance in cowboy boots
- eating a sloppy joe, a hot-dog, a good steak, a good burger, a corn dog, good Mexican, Chinese takeaway from a box, fried green tomatoes, something from Taco Bell, and lots and lots of pork (due to the fact that we live in Turkey, a Muslim country, where pork is usually not to be found)
- going through a drive-through
- shopping at a thrift store
- going to a fair.
As I was writing my latest blog post, describing the house we rented here in Kayseri, Turkey, my hands went to type ‘The only thing that would make living in this house more perfect is a dog’, but then I deleted the sentence, and with it, the sentiment. Because we talked about it at length and decided that a dog will have to wait until we settle down permanently. Because we might move to another country in a few years. Because the majority of people here in Kayseri dislike and fear dogs. Because we are at work from 8 to 5. So many reasons not to get a dog. So how did we find ourselves standing under the scorching sun of a seaside town called Mersin, clutching a 2-month old lab puppy to us and grinning like two fools that we are?
Moving houses isn’t easy at the best of times. Moving houses in a foreign country… Interesting to say the least! As I wrote before, Mike and I decided to forgo our rent-free apartment in the city in favor of a house up in the hills above Kayseri. The house is technically too big for the two of us, but it’s the only one we`ve been able to find and the rent isn’t much more expensive than an apartment. It also comes with a large fruit garden which looks absolutely gorgeous in the spring when it’s in the full bloom.