We spent the month of June in southeastern Turkey working on the excavation again. As always, the work is exciting and the adventures are plentiful. The afternoon we spent at the tiny village where many of the workmen who are hired to help excavate the site are from captures the simple joys of our time spent in Turkey:
The village is perched above a dramatic section of the Tigris river and offers stunning views.
After a warm welcome, the archaeologists were invited to sip tea with the village men.
We nibbled on sweet apricots picked off a nearby shady tree.
The village children sat and watched the scene from a distance.
Meanwhile, my son refused to stay still, excited by the chance to practice his newly acquired skill of chasing down, capturing, and coddling baby chicks (and turkeys) to the dismay of the mother hens, and the laughter of the village ladies.
The ladies of the village weren't quite invisible.
They would peer out the windows of the two story concrete house, or stay busy at their work around the cozier mud brick houses.
One striking woman was squatting as she checked on the sheep's milk cheese she was making, which simmered in a large metal pot over an open fire.
We stayed until the sun started to set.
Heartfelt farewells were exchanged as the time came to head to our own village- the archaeologists and workmen had become good friends over the years.
It was dinner time but we had a forty minute drive ahead us.
We were given loaves of homemade bread to keep our stomachs from growling on the dusty drive home.
Bread in mouth, the bumpy dirt road lulled my boy to sleep, stretched out long on the back seat of the minivan.
He fought hard to keep his eyes open so he could take in the endless fields of wheat, corn and cotton that we drove past. He never tires of talking about what he sees out the window, or looking for tractors and the big wheat harvesters he loves so much.