Friday, May 17, 2013

The story behind the picture..........

Here are some of my random pictures, but here are the short stories behind the pictures........

Drew and I are officially Turkish residents for the next 2 years. This morning we took the long journey to the Polis station and waited and hour with other foreigners (no other americans) to obtain our residence permit.  Next step is going back and doing paper work for the boys.  
This flag was was between one of the metrobus' and trams we had to ride. 

This pic was when we went into town one morning to go walk along the shore.  It is actually of seagulls as they followed a cart full of fresh caught fish as it was being wheeled from the docks to shop.  Not a glamorous story behind this shot but I thought it was pretty.
Our reality of riding the minibus, we usually try to wait on the big bus (which tends to be quicker, less crowded, you just have to swipe your bus card, easier with the boys) but we also tend to be not so patient and end up on the minibus because they come by more frequent.  This day we waited 10 minutes just sitting waiting for more passengers while 2 regular buses passed us. 
It was not our favorite choice of the day.  But the word I have been reminded of here is be "FLEXIBLE"
Just me and my friend grabbing lunch before we headed to the Bazaar.
She also doubles as a great baby sitter.
At the said Bazaar they had this full box of chicken/ducks.  Apparently people buy them here just for their children to play with.  Yes, I did think about it, but thought better of the (what do we do after they are done playing with it).  
They were mighty cute. And loud, and they probably poop everywhere.  
Little known fact:  I did have a chicken (butterscotch was her name) when I was 5 as a pet (the next door neighbors dog ate it), and I really thought the boys would enjoy one, (I was told by a turk that they could just live on your balcony.........easy enough?), but then I thought that who would clean up all that poop.  
YEP, ME, no thanks.

 On the way home I discovered a living thing that is so much easier (maybe not as fun for the boys) to leave on the balcony.  No poop involved. 











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