After opening the door, the first thing that cought the view was a huge cabbage, next the serious face behind the steering-wheel - Ibrahim was his name.
We tried to develop some kind of conversation with him, but he stayed reserved and unemotional. After he got to know that we have no place to sleep and probably will have to sleep in a tent (which we actually do not have), we got an invitation from him.
We did not quite understand if he wanted to offer us place in his garden where to put up our tent (which we did not have) or a place in his house, but nevertheless we decided to go with him and see what will happen.
Nights in Kapadokya are not the warmest at this time of the year, so we were open to any opportunities.
He drove to the petrol station in Ordahisar, heart of Kapadokya, and after cistern with petrol had been emptied, we climbed up to his tractor and he drove us to his home.
It was a two-flat-house wıth big garden and a perfect view to the valley.
After we arrived, we were warmly welcomed by his 4 daughters - 12-year-old Elif, 9-year-old Fatma, 7-year-old hyperactive Yasemin and 1,5-year-old Esra. Ibrahim's wife quickly started to clean up the second flat for us.
Wow, we were gıven the whole flat !
As we were all together waiting for Ezan (praying from the Mosque) in the garden, we supplemented our turkish dictionary with some animal and fruit names.
Dinner was rich and delicious. That is the turkish way.
We were like toys that father brought home to his children.
They loved us.
And we loved spending time with them.
During the two days of our staying, we were jumping, singing, walking, swinging, standing on one leg, standing on the other, clapping, whistling, drawing, learning, teaching, laughing, watching fairy tales... simply having a great times with small girls filled with energy and happiness.
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