One of my plans for our holiday to Turkey was for me to sit on the sun lounger for ages. Not sun bathing but sitting with my camera, learning how to use it, whilst Little Z and OH had hours of fun in the pool. Then I could wander down the busy streets in Side and the harbour taking arty photos of the vibrant surroundings that comes with the Turkish culture.
It didn’t quite work out like that. Little Z preferred the playing areas and kids clubs to the pools and to make use of his feet, constantly. So my plan went the way of his feet very quickly and ran away from me. We chased him down the busy streets lined with shops. We did this on a number of days and he became a favourite of the shop owners who would call his name to say hello whenever he passed. He would never stop for long though, wanting to run along the harbour whilst quickly admiring the horizon and boats neatly lined up in the docks. Ocassionally he would stop to point out things that caught his eye. A brightly lit lamp, a flower, a flag. In return he tried to wait patiently for us whilst we admired the ruins of Apollo’s temple.
My favourite little memory was when we waited and waited for the sun to set so that we could see the remains of the sunlight bouncing off the ruins. Toddler patience started wearing thin and his eager legs wanted to run off to see the turtles that were sleepily settled in their tanks outside a cafe watching tourists walk by. As the sun finally hid behind the cloud and darkness started to descend he suddenly noticed something was amiss and enquired “Where moon gone?”
So in the end, I did get to use my camera a lot. Just unexpectedly it was mostly led by a toddlers curiosity, learning a new culture and taking in new sights.
“It’s boken (broken) Mummy”
“Shall we get it?”
“I no want it”
“Shall we go dancing?”
“Where Moon gone?”
“Shall we go now?”
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