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Christel's Diary

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25 May 2009

Incommunicado

At the moment I write this item (May 21st), our phone service is down since 5 days. This means, no access to the internet neither.

About a month ago, digging works started to have a new water supply towards the village. They dug a bit carelessly.

But life goes on. It is possible to live without a phone and internet, except that at moments it is inconvenient.

After it being too cold for the time of the year until the beginning of May, the heat got us by surprise. In one week temperatures went from about 20 to 40 °C. Way too hot.

It took me a few days to clean the carpets and put them away. Woollen carpets don’t suit this kind of weather.

Luckily, it got a bit less hot and a fresh wind is blowing. The mountain tops in Turkey are still covered with snow.

Zakaria got his Belgian passport. Time to go and buy a plane ticket to travel to Belgium. I plan to be there when Summer is starting to get at its worst over here.

When the heat started, Zakaria suddenly started doing a lot of new things like sticking his finger into my mouth and kind of moving around on his tummy. He can stand upright by himself when he is in his bath and some teeth are starting to come through. Teething is a long process for this boy.

He continues to charm the ladies and loves to be cuddled and kissed by them. It doesn’t matter what language is spoken to him. He loves the attention.

Note on May 25th : Zakaria did not need phone services to have is first tooth showing.

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02 May 2009

Heartbeaker

The garden is “in maintenance” by now. I like looking at it. Left some weeds to brighten up the place this year.

The campers have been taking pictures of the numerous wild flowers. While I was working hard to pull them out, most of them came standing next to me with a sad face, asking me why they had to go. Others couldn’t believe they were all wild flowers. They thought I planted them or at least some of them.

My small camping project is a success. I have been working hard the first year to find spots on the internet to leave information about it. By now, I don’t have to do that anymore. The campers are so pleased that they leave information themselves and exchange addresses with others. Often they are member of a camper club back home.

Soon this place will be known as Zakaria’s camping. Not (yet) in any way shy, he stares at the women telling me how cute and quite he is from under his long eyelashes. When after a few minutes he produces a big smile and reaches out one hand, their heart breaks. They cannot withstand him, take him in their arms and feed him a biscuit or just cuddle him. He loves the attention.

When they leave, they thank me for the service of super clean bathrooms and hot showers and soon turn to Zakaria having a hard time to tear themselves away from him. I am often the one closing the big gate, making an end to the “goodbyes”.

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