Monday, 28 May 2012
I only popped out to buy bread
I've long since got used to this. Most people would think these women are nosy. They are a bit, but mostly they are just interested in the only foreigner for miles around. I think they wonder if my life is completely different to theirs, that maybe I'm off to do something exciting. They look a little disappointed when I say I'm going to the shop to buy bread. It can sometimes feel like I'm living in a goldfish bowl. But I don't dislike it.
Dursune next door was milking her cows when I left the house. I asked if she wanted me to get her bread which she did. On the way down the hill I met the man who regularly brings his flock of sheep up to the hill behind our house to graze. This man has adopted a little street dog which he calls Tony. I think he is hoping Tony will become a sheepdog. Tony has different ideas. He was more interested in rushing up to me for a bit of attention (probably because I give him the odd chewstick when he's passing my gate). Hence the sheep just ran riot...eventually being called back by the man, and completely surrounding me. The man tried to get Tony to encourage the sheep to move, but Tony just shot off up the hill. The man just shrugged and smiled and eventually moved the sheep himself.
Having bought bread and started the climb back up the hill, I found myself complete blocked by a cow in a narrow part of the lane. She absolutely refused to budge. Her owner, with two other cows were further up the lane and she hadn't realised that this one wasn't following her. I called out to her and she called the cow, who still refused to move. So I had no choice but to grab the rope around the cow's neck..give her a good pull...and lead her up to her owner.
Finally I reached home and gave Dursune her bread. Money never changes hands with me and my neighbours. She handed me 4 eggs newly laid by one of her hens. I pick up simits for her whenever I go to Milas. I give her vegetables when Mr A buys too much. She gives me olive oil and eggs. I love it that bartering is still thriving in this village. Even the shopkeeper, who had no small change when I bought my bread, gave me 4 boxes of matches instead. I don't need matches but it was that or Turkish chewing gum which is vile.
Who would have thought that popping out to buy bread could be such an adventure!