2nd day in Emine's village

Lots of tractor traffic everywhere, on the highways, in the village, at the gas station--this is serious farm country. In this photo, k stopped in the middle of the road to buy a melon and tractors lined up in both directions waiting to get by.
I'm taking way less photos this trip partially since I'm always juggling the baby when I see the perfect shot and maybe I'm getting used to seeing it all, the village life isn't as foreign as it was, still fascinating and somewhat repelling at the same time. There isn't much space for romanticizing country living here.
We went olive picking today which involved packing a huge picnic lunch, including a grill, blankets, a rug, pillows, a watermelon and some other fruit, a bucket of tomatoes and onions, a gas stove for tea and 2-part tea pot of course, a couple of raw chickens, 5 loaves of bread, 2 bottles of soda and water, glasses for tea with spoons and sugar, 4 children and 4 adults. And no, our rental car is not huge--a 4-door hatchback ford. We picked olives and then barbequed and drank tea--it was a very comfortable picnic after a very crowded drive. Mina reclines on her fathers legs eating peeled grapes in one photo.
Later we ditched all the equipment and half the children and drove into manisa. Visiting the weekly bazaar for turkish towels, again without success-Turkish people don't use pestemel towels apparently, only foreigners like me. The bazaar was incredibly crowded--I was pushed by old ladies and young ladies and even multiple little boys, more shoving than I ever encounter in times square or the subway. I guess we arrived at vegetable mark-down time, late afternoon when the fruit and vegetables go on sale. One man bumped me deliberately, recognizing I was a foreign woman and K swore at him in Turkish to his face, forgetting he could understand. K swears at people in New York in Turkish or Zaza as he knows they can't understand--this guy definitely got it.
Then we went for baklava with kaymak on top--I had no idea these 2 things were served together. Kaymak is like creme fraiche, very rich and creamy, it kind of completed the baklava--adding creamy and cutting the super sweetness. Not a diet combination.
It's after dinner now and the other room is full of guests from the village, that are all originally from Siverek so everyone is yelling at each other in zaza. I was helping slice the olives to cure them but have gratefully retired with a sleeping Mina to the other room--amazed at what Mina can sleep through.