Ayvalik

We are in Ayvalik again, the weather is very nice; a bit on the warm side but perfectly tolerable. The Melin house and its garden continues to please everyone who visits it. Yesterday we had an interesting group of guests. Two ladies who were born in the house where the conservatory now stands, and their friends came to visit. They wondered around the house with great deal of pleasure; for the two who were born and raised here it was even more meaningful I’m sure. I took some group photographs which I am sharing with the ladies; and to show their joy of being together at their birth place, with you all.

The Melin House

My sister and brother-in-law created a landmark restoration in Ayvalik; at least in my humble opinion. The old house was in total shamble and the garden was in disarray. With great deal of attention to detail and care, they not only restored the original house to its glorious original self, but renovated an adjacent house as a large conservatory. Another small utility building has been restored as a guies house. The garden is lush, well-kept, and filled with a wonderful collection of plants. There are fruit trees, flowering trees, foliage plants, and a great collection of flowering species. The most notable plant is the trailing jasmine which creates a pergola above the patio area. The flowers are highly aromatic and the view is very striking when the plant is in full bloom. The central pool has many plants in it along with fish and other decorative flowers.  You will certainly notice the jasmine, which will dwarf practically all other showy plants. To compensate for that, I have included a close-up of a calla that is growing in the pool, and a datura blossom.

Ayvalik Market

Markets are a colorful part of life in Turkey. They operate in every city, every town and one can find everything at one of these markets; from clothing to cutlery, from food to fashion are displayed and sold. In Ayvalik, one of the weekly markets is the Thursday Market, which takes place outside the walls of the house we stay there. It covers a rather sizeable part of the neighborhood in addition to the space dedicated to it.

Below are some photographs of wares for sale to people who sell them. The variety is a small sampling of what is available there but should be enough to provide an understanding of the range.

Visit a Friend, Mina and Elif Return, Bay Nihat

img_3137.jpg We went to visit Altan who lives in his house in the condo complex he designed some years ago, Zeytin Koy. The place is much more lush than the last time I saw it. The trees are fully grown and flowers and other plants really naturalized. Altan offered us coffee and home made molasses muffins, Mina’s favorite. She enjoyed one there, on the way out Altan filled a plastic bag with the rest of them for Elif to take home. Mina was happy. She also enjoyed petting Lilly, Altan’s golden retriever.

That evening we went to Cunda Balik (Fish) Restaurant. It was OK, just that. Mina walked to the store next door with “hala” (auntie Binnaz) and returned with a box of Cheezee which she munched to Elif’s surprise since she does not eat that kind of crackers at home. We returned home and Elif packed for the return to Istanbul the next day. [Read more...]

Splish-Splash, Take a Bath, Dinner at the Sea Urchin

img_3081.jpg Mina put her bathing suit on, Elif got the garden hose running for Mina to jump in the puddles. She did not want to get wet too much, but Elif teased her by plashing her up to her waist. After that she did not mind getting wet. She took off her bathing suit, dried off and enjoyed the freedom of running around with no clothes on. A little later she took a bath, I helped prevent water from getting on her face.

Later in the afternoon we walked to see Filiz at Ayvalik Music Academy that she ran. Mina found the grand piano fascinating and with permission from Filiz she sat at the bench and bang-bang-bang… She loves music in general, for some reason she has a particular inclination towards classical music. Maybe she will be a musician like Ruthie, Jan’s mother. [Read more...]