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Bodrum Cottage Stay

view from my cottage

I decided to sequester myself for a week of bookish Turkish study to try and get ahead on the vocabulary and sentence structure of academic/political Turkish, so I’m staying outside of Bodrum in a tiny cottage for a week. The view is beautiful, and the cottage is kind of isolated on a hill with olive groves and a vineyard. There’s no internet down there, so I walk up to the main house everyday to check on the world and make sure I didn’t get any last-minute tasking from all of my various administrative bosses.

the patio in front of my cottage – perfect for hanging out all day.

Of course, my first day in, yesterday, I had to go shopping for food and figured that while I was out, I might as well check out the area. I saw a sign for a hillside gravesite that looked like it was in the direction of the beach, so for some sightseeing and a coastal drive I turned off onto a gravel road.

the sea from a town near Bodrum

I didn’t find the gravesite until a loose rock shredded a tire, I found out my jack was broken, and turned back down this same now significantly less scenic road on a flat. It seemed like the first service station was miles away, and I was really worried about how to explain my problem. Luckily, driving into a service station with a flat pretty much speaks for itself, and by the grace of the language gods, the word for rubber, lastik, which I did know, is the same word for tire! So I was actually able to talk to the guy and find out where to go to get a new tire. But I was so frustrated and tired and annoyed with the world (nothing like getting a flat to tear down your optimism) that I just headed back to my cottage and hit the books. The great thing about my rental is that if I’m not feeling the urge to study, I can just look out at the sea.
Today it was pretty cloudy, so I managed to review an awful lot of Turkish. There are ruins everywhere in Turkey, and Bodrum is no exception, so tomorrow if my mood and the weather is good, I’ll go check some more marvels of the ancient world.

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  1. Old Jarhead #

    Despite being isolated to the far reaches of the Mediterranean, you sure squeeze in quite a bit of drama each day, Sarah! 🙂 You are certainly correct about the doldrums associated with getting a flat tire. And the jack was broken? Double rats! In the end, push back a couple of good Turkish beers, take a long stare at the beautiful landscape and figure there could be far worse places to be… BTW: What kind of trees are those in the first photo? They seem to be somewhat out of place with the surrounding vegetation.

    September 19, 2012
    • They’re cypress trees. There are actually rows of them all over the place. The owner told me there were 5 when he bought the place, but he cut down a few to put in more vineyards. They suck up water, so grapes won’t grow within a certain distance of them!

      September 20, 2012

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