Bodrum Cottage Stay
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.
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.
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.