First day in the village

We arrived in Istanbul at 3 in the morning New York time but the sun is up and it's 9am--Mina handled it well although I'm sure she was pretty confused about it all. From Istanbul we flew to Ankara and then one last flight to Diyarbakir where Deniz, K's brother, picked us up. Then we drove another 3 hours to the village. I already missed the photo of the trip--a guy on a motorbike carrying a load of 40 foot long black plastic pipes, they were hanging down almost to the ground on both ends. Mina and I slept sporadically in the car, heads wobbling around. We stopped to buy 5 huge melons that went in the trunk--they were so fragrant we could smell them in the car.
We were all way too tired by the time we got to the village. Baby jet-lag set in with a vengeance--lots of middle of the night screaming. We rolled with it somewhat and woke up this morning feeling somewhat normal although filthy.
As always the village is gorgeous and quiet--chickens and geese running around and the trees are loaded with fresh figs and pomegranates. The sunlight is so beautiful here. Mina is a bit stunned by it all. I am busy experiencing how different the village is with a baby--very, very different.
Ks mother knitted me these fantastic little booties, bright dark green with what appear to be little red bugs on them.

In the evening, Dede, (Turkish for grandfather) posed with Mina on the donkey. Mina enjoyed meeting the donkey and looking at the figs at sunset.