Saying goodbye to Turkey

I haven’t felt like posting recently. We’ve been taking it easy, savoring our last few weeks in Fethiye and doing our regular stuff.  Going out to eat, shopping at the farmer’s market, exploring, visiting friends, and indulging in high-speed internet at overpriced cafes along the marina.

Scout’s Kindle 3G broke last month, and though we had a friend mail a new one (Amazon won’t ship to Turkey), it seems to have gone missing in the post. No doubt it will show up right after we leave. I guess in that case, we’ll ask friends here to mail it to Amsterdam where we can pick it up in three months. So that would mean we’ve paid about $100 in shipping charges for a device we won’t get until we are practically home, where we could have gotten it for no shipping charges. Terrific.

I’m excited to swap our freezing apartment for our cozy rig and get back on the road. The next three months will take us through northern Italy, Southern France, Spain, Western France, Belgium, and back to the the Netherlands. Scout’s done a ton of research and has put together a dream itinerary for herself that actually looks pretty good. It’s a balanced menu of history, amusement parks, cultural stops and restaurants. She’s most excited about the restaurants, from Spanish tapas to French bakeries to a splurge at Madrid’s Sobrino de Botin, the oldest restaurant in the world. That last one is pricy, but Scout swears she’s prepared to give up a few indulgences to pay for it, so we’ll see.

But as wonderful as all this will be, my heart breaks at the thought of leaving Turkey. I’ve grown to love it the warm people, the excellent food, the rugged geography, the language (Scout in particular has made great progress) and all (well, most) of Turkey’s quirks. The dolmuses, shepherds driving sheep through the neighborhood, chickens everywhere, stray dogs, the calls to prayer, old men playing backgammon and sipping tea, ladies in headscarves, the farmers markets, free-range kids everywhere, ayran with meals, the mosques, squat toilets, waiters saying “Auf Wiedersehen” when they mean thank you and a thousand other things.

A busy day of scrubbing the apartment and repacking the RV lies ahead, so I’d better get to it. I think we’ve done a pretty good job of not buying things here, but until we actually cram it all back into the vehicle, I won’t know for sure.

Wish us luck on that Kindle…


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