In the final part of our summer Troy Destan’s father arrived in Datca, but before he could show off his swimming skills he peaked a fever of 103F and we rushed to the hospital in Marmaris and admitted him with bronchitis/pneumonia. The background story to getting sick? Perhaps not fully recovery from chicken pox. Perhaps pseudonomas bacteria creeping up to his lungs. Perhaps Daddy carrying the swine flu from the plane. Perhaps, in our enthusiasm that Daddy had arrived and a misguided attempt to clear his sinuses, dipping him in the water to many times, which may have contributed to his acquiring a bacteria from the water and getting sick. Definitely dehydration. So after one miserable night of watching him shiver and in fever, we ended up in a room at the hospital.Our little guy slept and slept and we watched TV and were grateful he was going to get better. We just imagined we were on a cruise sitting in our cabin, and that helped time go away. Plus the hospital was in the tourist district and nightclubs were playing music till 2am. So time passed and before we knew it we were back in Datca.
In Datca we celebrated Troy’s recovery with a dinner on the iskele. Joi
ning us were both sets of grandparents, both greatgrandmothers, great-aunts. The sunset was beautiful and we took lots of pictures. For the rest of our stay Troy did not go back in the water, and he didn’t show much interest anyway. He was perfectly happy riding his tricycle, playing in the park, going boating.
The list of relatives who arrived in Datca got longer and longer. His great grandmother’s brother came, his Babaanne’s sisters came. Two cousins, Isil from Daddy’s side and Cana from Mommy’s side came. It was the most crowded we’dever been in Datca!
Getting in the taxi cab to leave we were surrounded by family. It was a happy moment in an otherwise heartfelt goodbye.

July 6 was the start of an exciting day for Troy Destan. 2 week camp! We referred to it as “Camp School,” practiced him eating out of a lunch bag, and told him about all the new friends he would make. Well, Day 1, 2, & 3 I came to pick up him up after 3 hours only to find his eyes red and filled with tears. Apparently he spent most of the session crying, wouldn’t go swimming with the other children, or eat his lunch. Interestingly, at home he had lots to tell us about his day: dancing, wiggling, magic show, big snake and kimono dragon from the zoo. The next 3 sessions went by better, and he would eat his lunch and not be crying when I came to pick him up. The other children in his class were so friendly, always running to him when he walked in, or trying to hold his hand on the way to the pool. Troy was much more friendly with the children in Kindermusic, probably because Mommy was with him! We did an Oceans & Beaches themed class accompanied by another awesome Kindermusic CD (thanks Miss Charlotte!), and he absorbed the content really well, memorizing story lines such as “I like the beach!”
Troy Destan has been supervising construction at our house! He is watching all the action outside together with his grandparents, who arrived safely. Anneanne is learning so much from Troy, she says he is “Harika cocuk!” Today after his vest Anneanne asked “Kac dakikka yaptin?” Bir eli ile “1” isareti yapti. Diger eli ile “5” isareti yapti = 15!! He did it 15 minutes! Then Anneanne turned to Yavuz dede and said “Bu cocugun matematigi iyi olucak, senin gibi, sende matematik ogretmeniydin hatirliyormusun?” (we are always reminding Yavuz dede of his past), and Troy jumped in and said “O da Babaanne gibi ayni.” Nasil biliyor Babaanne ogretmen? Sasirdik kaldik, ve her zaman dedigimiz gibi “Bu cocuk her seyi biliyor!” dedik.




