Here is what’s filling our eyes:
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- The back door.
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- Outside the house. Can you smell the donkey yet?
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- Street view, outside the front door.
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- The ceiling above where all my clothes lay folded.
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- The stairs up to Allegra’s room.
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- Inside the front entry, looking out at the main terrace.
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- One of the carved touches in Haakon’s room.
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- A fireplace.
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- This is one of three sobas (coal stoves) we’ll be using to heat the house this winter. Note to self: order two tons of coal.
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- Hooligans.
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- Airing the mothballs out of rugs on our first day at the house.
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- A close-up of the hardware on our front door (to the courtyard).
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- Thank you, Volcano, for making this place.
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- The source of my yawns, these loudspeakers hover roughly over our bed and hammer out a startlingly loud Call to Prayer six times a day, starting at 4:30 a.m.
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- Taken off a terrace; there’s a volcano in the distance.
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- The neighborhood, including an old cart perched on one of our terraces.
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- Byron sits on the main terrace amid the kids’ artistic endeavors.
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- Through the front door.
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- Taken from one of the terraces: the mosque next door.
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- Inside the front door.
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- That’d be a door, Jethro.
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- Haakon’s room; the salon.
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- Haakon’s little sleeping area.
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- Haakon’s room (aka “the salon”); he’s arranged all his Star Wars comic books in the middle alcove.
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- A good old-fashioned eating table; we’ve put it in Haakon’s room, as he’s delicious.
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- The door to Haakon’s closet.
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- Yet another bathroom. Yea, you better believe we’re all slightly concussed.
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- Byron’s wardrobe is in the little closet on the right; my clothes are discreetly folded under that long scarf there. Fooled ya.
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- Where my beau and I sleep–along with twelve million flies. (*she typed a bit manically*)
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- Inside the back door.
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- The main hallway; we’ve since added a couch and a secretary (furniture, not Ms. Hwiggins) to the space
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- This is a room that is the place where the food is made.
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- Kitchen. Duh.
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- One of the few existing pictures of me in Turkey, at the end of the foyer hallway.
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- Another bathroom–with a cheap, quality Ralph Lauren towel from the Nevsehir market!
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- Overlooking the courtyard.
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- Byron hooked up the used washing machine, which only leaks a little bit, and now we’re constantly hanging laundry out to dry on one of the terrace levels
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- Another view on Allegra’s room.
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- Allegra’s garret bedroom–trying to make it a good place for a 10-year-old.
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- Junk juts out, too.
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- Close-up of one of the doors.
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- The kids demonstrate the convertible couches/beds in the “courtyard suite” bedroom
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- My sister asked for pix of the bathroom. Here’s one of the THREE bathrooms
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- One of the stone sculptures in our courtyard.
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- The Ortahisar castle looms above our house.
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- Our new house makes us want to jump for joy (although this photo wasn’t taken in our new house…)
ZOWIE. I’m glad Kirst bugged you for these. A heckuva sight better than some of the cinderblock palaces you saw while you were looking, eh? I think I would love A’s garret room.
Holy Freakin’ Geez, Jocylyn that. is. so. cool!!!!! I am already thinking of reasons to take the fam to visit Turkey this year so we can just “drop in” for tea. Oh and hey, I have a fam!!
We covet your candlestick telephone. Does it work?
Shall I send you a fly swatter (to make your life perfect)?
Thanks for the great tour of your house! I hope you all have sturdy warm house shoes and thick woolen socks for the winter. I bet those stone floors can be chilly.
I can worry less now that I know you have a place to rest your weary self. Love the cart on the terrace. Love all the other pictures too. Your smile ‘radiates’ at the end of the foyer. Can’t wait until you send pictures of the kids and school. Still going to keep you all in my prayers (which are NOT said at 4:30 am). Take care of each other.
Jocelyn et al, I love this adventure you’re on. And the name of this blog is particularly entertaining. I’m going to have to remember it.
These photos are just so cool. I love that your place is all hard and rough with splashes of color and softness and intricate detail. You can make a home anywhere, and how thrilling to do it in a different country. I’ve said it before. I love your adventure.
Jocelyn, et al.,
Mrs Hwiggins would no doubt point out that the correct spelling is MANIACALLY. And then she would swat you (and about a hundred flies) for calling her a secretary.
Thanks for the pics of the courtyard suite (by Marriot?). Could you inform one which is the bathroom in said suite?
The pictures are cool, but the captions? They are KILLER, baby!
But, Jim, I was feeling “manic,” not “maniacal,” and all the online dictionaries are showing me “manically” as a word.
Not sure I accept your correction, in other words.
The courtyard suite bathroom is the biggest of all, with the caption “Here’s one of the THREE bathrooms.”
Also, Mrs. Hwiggins was totally a secretary. She can come slap my face for typing it.
wow, just wow. what a cool place to explore, let alone live.
Living large! Like pashas!