At this time during my trips I start to feel emotional. I miss my son, with whom I have had no contact for 15 years, and I always hope each trip that this will be the one where we can be reunited. I try to make it happen, but it never does. It's 12 years since he and Stella had contact, and although she doesn't admit it, it must hurt her too.
I also feel that I haven't spent enough time with my daughter and grandsons. Time moves on far too quickly. As a result I woke up at 3am this morning, having had a strange, jumbled up dream in which all the people I miss, including my late father, also put in an appearance.
Meanwhile, at home Mr A seems to have the dogs under control, and has been busy tidying up the garden in between regular visits to the village teahouse.
He has also been enjoying the company of the village women:
|Dursune (on the left) with the old lady who lives up the hill. She is in her 80s and I love her because she always calls me çocuk (meaning child or youngster...at my age haha!)|