15.02.2013 - 16.02.2013 13 °C
The past two days haven't been so eventful. On the 15th we experienced almost every kind of weather (except sun) so we were forced to stay inside. One minute we had a light sprinkling of rain, and the next minute our window looked like a car windshield that didn't have windshield wipers. We also had a period of hail which was so heavy that if you put fingers up to the glass you could feel the vibration. My dad was sitting in his room at the time and said that even though he wasn't up close he knew it was shaking.
But before all of this my mom, dad and sister went to the weekly Friday market. I decided to wait until the next week as I had slept in again, and opted to take a shower instead.
[Editor's note: The market was similar to others we had seen in previous countries in that it had an abundance of large, fresh produce; a hodge podge of clothes, jewelry, and household items; and large arrays of nuts, spices and oils. But it was more rustic than some. We only saw one other set of foreigners there but I had heard that it is held rain or shine, since the village people depend upon it to buy many of their necessities each week. It also had an impromptu cafeteria set up in its midst -- we didn't partake today but I'd like to try it another time. Besides the fruits and vegetables, I felt compelled to buy some candied nuts (hazelnuts are very plentiful in Turkey), two heavy flatbreads made by a village woman, and some dried apple tea so Ben could try out the Turkish teapot.]
That evening we played a couple games of Dutch Blitz, Hannah and I winning one each. Our average standings for this game used to be my Mom in first, Hannah in second, me in third and my father in fourth. But lately this has been shaken up a little, each of us moving up a level...except that my mom has dropped to fourth. It seems as though her 15 minutes (more like a couple years, really) of fame are finally up. But any of you that have ever played a game with my mother, know that she's not exactly used to losing, and doesn't always take it that well. You may remember a blog that was written a while back in which she described a game of Dutch Blitz we had played. She made it seem as though she had won, even though she came fourth and I was first. But I don't hold grudges. [Editor's note: While I debate the veracity of these claims, I never want to discourage bloggers so shall not deign to speak to it.]
On the 16th there wasn't a whole lot of action on our part either. I spent the day doing school work, and so did Hannah. My parents read and napped for the most part. But every hour or so my bathing suit-clad mom would pop down to check on the weather. It was sunny for the day, but also extremely windy, and each time she would step out on the deck, she was almost blown away... literally. So again we stayed inside, but I got a lot of work done, which was a bonus because I'm hoping to be able to leave some workbooks behind, allowing more room for souvenirs, especially from Britain. [Editor's note: the girls did much of their schoolwork during the summer but each have one course to finish while on the road.]
That evening my Dad and I talked over Skype with my Aunty Helen, and then a movie was started up. I decided to go to bed a little earlier, and let the rest of my family watch a re-enactment of Lincoln getting assassinated without me.