Have a dose of what life is really like living here – from my single-handed destruction of the Turkish language, random arguments with random relatives about everything from apples to vaginas to learning the secrets to making the perfect içli köfte! Highs or lows this is my observations from the melting pot of crazy that is my life in Mersin.
Over the past few days social media has gone a little crazy in Turkey talking about the crap weather. A lot of people have, of course, started to take their vacations and have arrived for some sun and fun in the numerous Turkish hotspots, Marmaris, Bodrum, Fethiye, etc, only to be on the receiving end of some very nasty weather.
I knew a storm was brewing today because my hair was incredibly frizzy. I cannot control my hair anymore. Between the bleaching and the weather it has a life of its own. I have decided to just let it have its way with me and do whatever it likes. I don’t really care after all I don’t have to impress anyone. In fact The Turk told me I smelt this morning (I had just gotten back from a jog – and it was 30 degrees!). I admit that I did smell but the point that I am trying to make is I don’t need to impress him anymore. Do I sound selfish? Are you all going “eewwww”. Don’t think like that people. I still shave my legs. I just don’t need to go through all the crap anymore to impress The Turk. He wakes up every morning amazed that I am still with him and counts his lucky stars every day lol! Call me Miss Conceited! I am just joking of course.
In past years I would travel to Mersin in either September or April. This would give me the sunshine that I love but without the intense heat that can send me close to the edge. I would often mention to friends that I knew that summer was coming or going in Mersin because of one crazy storm. The storm to end all storms, dare I say it, the “perfect storm”. No I won’t say that. Let’s just say a bloody big storm. And today is the day (albeit a little late).
Bang! Crash! There are not enough words that would properly describe the storm that we are experiencing right now. It has been incredibly humid today. The humidity that tells you bigger things are coming. The humidity that tells you to batten down the hatches and hold on for the ride.
Back to the storm – I am sitting through it right now. The weather deteriorated rapidly starting with a slow pitter-patter of rain which bounced off the roof and caused puddles. The puddles quickly became rivers rushing into the çiftlik across the street and a waterfall broke through the half made wall on the construction site next door. There was no thunder, just an avalanche of water threatening to drown us all.
The hava (wind) became harder, stronger and the rain was more powerful. This was getting good. Then it happened. A crashing sound unlike any I had ever heard before and one, two. Lightening! Unrelenting. One after the other. Crackling thunder and a mighty flash, one after the other.
Daughter and I have been discussing where we want to visit over the coming months. I have discussed the possibility of road trip in Turkey during the summer but have also given her the option of picking somewhere outside of Turkey to visit – after all we have 3 months of vacation to fill.
Having lived in Australia for, well, forever, I have often called it the ass end of the world. Not because the people are asses (they are not) or does it in any way resemble an ass (it does not). Australia is the most beautiful country in the world. No 1. Best place ever! I merely refer to the globe and where Australia is located on said globe. Living in the ass end of the world means it doesn’t matter where you want to go you have to get on a plane and travel for a bloody long time to go anywhere (except for New Zealand and once you’ve done that shit you do not want to do it again).*
Now that we have the prospect of living on Europe’s doorstep the possibilities are endless. London is on the list (to visit my one of my oldest friends that abandoned us some years ago to live with the Poms), Greece is right next door and Italy is a mere 2 hours away. “Where do you want to go?”
Please don’t get me wrong. I have been to Port Stephens many times over the years. It is a lovely spot. There is whale and dolphin watching, some great restaurants and a nice little spot for a getaway from Sydney. A great vacation spot – but we are living in Turkey!
I had to ask her why Port Stephens?
“I have never been.”
I have suggested that we limit the flight time to 4 hours in any direction (which I think is more than generous) and told her to get on the internet and do some research (this is always the way we do things when preparing for a holiday). It is Daughter’s job to pick a destination to be approved by us adults and, if approved, she then needs to provide us with 5 interesting things to do in that city (and 3 of these things must be free).
She’s been in her room for a couple of hours now but just popped her head out the door –
“Would you be prepared to sleep in a hotel made entirely of ice?”
*with apologies to my sister in law and to any other kiwi’s out there. Love New Zealand. Trekked it many years ago. Beautiful place. Great sheep. Little cold for my liking but I prefer it hot (as we all know). Actually I should also apologise to the English as I called them poms. I copped a backlash a couple of weeks back on the blogosphere for enjoying a giggle written by someone about English tourists. I will not make that mistake again.
2014 and so far it has been a fucking shocker. My thoughts are a little all over the place so please be patient with me over the next few days. Yes it is 2014. Yes I have already had my birthday and yes that too blew balls, understandably so under the circumstances, but I need to look forward and not dwell on the first week of 2014. If I did this then my whole year was going to be a disaster.
I decided that the best way to put the first week of 2014 behind me and start the year afresh. Should I make a New Year’s resolution? Probably not. I have never done it before so there is probably no reason to start now but what I do need to do is to think about what I actually want to achieve this year.
There’s the usual things like lose weight or be a better person but these sound more like New Year’s Resolutions than something that is substantial to making me a happy person. I need to look further within myself to what I really want to do. While dwelling on the meaning of my life I also realised that I need to –
Learn Turkish. Just enough to get by. Just enough.
Talk to Daughter. Teach Daughter. Listen to Daughter. Hug Daughter. Pre-teen angst. Mood swings. Negating my authority. Yikes. It’s a bitch. Deep breath Jane, deep breath!
Be more patient with The Turk. He’s had a tough first week of 2014 also. Maybe give him a break now and then rather than being on his ass about what he hasn’t done. Maybe.
Explore my surrounds. Turkey is not a big country. It’s smaller than New South Wales and yet I have never delved further than the beaches. I need to say it. I need to do it. Here it comes . . . ROAD TRIP!
Write. I was chatting to a friend the other day and she gave me some encouragement with my writing. “Keep blogging,” she said, “I love your stories.” Thanks Ris but I may need some more nudging from you over the next couple of months as I try and find my voice.
Alright so this list may not give me all the answers to the meaning of my life but it’s a start.