Sunday, October 19 "Refrigerator Upgrade"
The refrigerator has been opening on the wrong side since we've been here, facing the wall and window instead of opening into the room and close to the counter. Brian and I had been talking about switching the doors and had scoped out the project but hadn't done it yet. Today was the day.

Afterward we each got to laugh at ourselves as we kept trying to open the doors on the wrong side. Over and over! Even Aeden when it was time to grunt and point was on the wrong side of the door. Amazing that the habit could be formed so quickly and so strongly.

Brian went off to the local market with Paul and found the key shop. We've only had one set of keys to the apartment and Brian's office so we were eager to have duplicates made. Brian came back and we all set off for more keys and to show me where the market is. It is surprisingly close and easy to get there, so that is very nice to know. Small change will be the key next time, because getting change back from a vendor is not that easy...even if you're only paying with a 10 YTL note. They'll urge you to buy more or other produce from them until you give in. This market has a lot of housewares and some clothing and things on the edges on Sundays, and looked like it could provide some good wandering time.

On the way home Lacey was very tired, so we stopped at Domino's Pizza for some "cheesy breadsticks" and "cheese 'n roll" (which was served with "Meksika sosla"--Mexican Sauce), complete with Fanta Portokal (Orange Fanta). Much better fare than any Domino's I've had in the US.

*****
And I forgot...we bought "the best" pistachio baklava from (no joke) Baklavaci Hacibaba at Armada on Saturday but left it in Mustafa's car on accident. He brought it to us on Sunday and we loved it. Now you have to know the pronunciation in Turkish in order to understand why I say "no joke", but the phonetic spelling in English would be Bak-luh-vah-chee Hah-chee-bah-bah. Anyway, we had fun with the tongue twister around the dinner table.

Some labeling on the box was also curious, "Please do not put your baklava in refrigerator. Warm it in cold weather, carry your parcel flat." I'm understanding more now why people go crazy for baklava...good baklava is great!