We’ve had a very nice long break over the last couple of weeks and it seems that time in Turkey must tick by a lot faster than British time as it feels like its gone by in a complete blur. We did something this year that we’ve never done before and went back to exactly the same place as last year after finding a very nice little gem of a hotel. It was the strangest thing to meet a lot of the same people again who actually remembered you from last year. It was even stranger bumping into the same families and couples that had holidayed there the previous year and had decided to come again at a similar time. It was like meeting old friends and being introduced to new ones all at once.
Our holiday had come at the best of times and at the worst of times timing wise. We could have done with maybe another week at work to wrap up, a few more days for a potential appointment and a bit more time to organise. But no holiday is bad timing really and it was the perfect getaway to just completely relax as a family and spend some quality time together. My own personal schedule revolved around playing with Little Z, reading lots of books and visiting each of the food places serving all types of delicious Turkish food around the clock. All the zips of my dresses and tops are now paying for it and the Insanity DVD is calling out for me pretty loudly. I’m pretending I can’t hear it for just one more day. I took that many photos of just the desserts that I think I might just dedicate a blog post just showing them off. The Other Half preferred swimming a lot (and occasionally being shocked at how I could be hungry, again), whilst Little Z got over his hatred of the beach and just got mucky permanently in the “Sand pit”. He spent his first few days looking a bit surprised and confused at people who knew his name and who commented on how he’d become taller from his last visit. I’d forgotten how much Turkish people love Little Zs name and enjoyed listening to numerous people telling us about the origins of his name. “He was Mary’s uncle you know…a very good man in history you know”.
With the vast amount of children’s activities he was never bored. Each day was filled with the “little pool” or football or the park or the sandpit or water fights. Energy levels were endless and the staff were fantastic. He made friends and would look for them at dinner time and then have a random chat about something. Even if they were German or Russian. On one occasion he had 3 other children following him and copying him as he acted “the Teacher”. Amazingly the children actually listened to him. I’m still not sure how he did it but I made a point of telling their Dad how good they were and couldn’t believe they made him sit down for more than a minute.
Of course we still couldn’t get Little Z to eat too much and even the waiters joined in each lunch and dinner time to coax him into eating even half of his food. It actually worked and he’d take another bite of something as they passed our table jokingly pointing to him or standing in front of him, hand on hips. There was the odd (plus a few) tantrums in the restaurant and, thankfully, all the other families didn’t care one bit. Each of them engrossed in trying to get their own brood to feed. There was one couple though who we nicknamed “the judgey couple”. The couple stared at every disobedient child, without blinking. Even when we looked over they were unnerved. They just stared. Hard and long. To everyone. No words to each other. Just staring. A lot. Maybe they just liked observing. Maybe they just didn’t blink. Who knows.
They didn’t bother us too much really and having that massive distance away from the never ending circle of routine really let us reset ourselves and evaluate the life plan we’d never really formulated. It was all very random pondering but we pondered how we are incredibly lucky and fortunate to have our little family, our little house and our little lives. Maybe we won’t go back to exactly the same place next year, but its so warm and welcoming that maybe we will. Istanbul was amazing even though it was a crazyily long 21 hour round trip – that deserves a post all of its own. Still. It was worth it. New York MAY be doable with a 3 year old. The Other Half doesn’t agree. He’s wrong. Obviously. Maybe we’ll just do a cheap little break somewhere at the end of the year. Maybe. 🙂