Myron and Kaye's bus from Cappadocia was late...so I gave up and went to sleep, leaving Brian to wait up for them last night. Turns out buses run more on the Turkish time clock than we were expecting, where 5:00 departure is more like 5:30 or 5:45 and 20 minute stops for breaks stretch into an hour.
It started snowing pretty hard about an hour before Kaye and Myron were planning to leave for the airport...but wasn't sticking to the roads at all (or "settling" as I've learned is the British expression instead of sticking)
we sent them on our way with hugs and kisses and had a very empty-feeling apartment. Nothing makes you miss home more than having visitors come and then leave...but it is worth it to have the visitors still. I was surprised by how much of Ankara living I have already started to take for granted: the curbs are not consistent--sometimes no curb at all and sometimes a foot or more--so stepping down to a cab is not to be done blindly, taxi rides are not exciting anymore (I mostly just try to tune out the ride so I am not so scared), and I am not that worried about how I will get somewhere or how I will get home or how I will figure it out...I just will. I missed Kaye and Myron immediately after they left, and then started missing my mom and everyone else I miss when I start feeling down...so it was naptime.
Myron playing cards with the girls while Kaye wrote some words about Turkey:
And the snow from our balcony:
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