For the most part, the days at the summer house are passed in a low-key manner. We usually wake up when the kids do, maybe 8:00 or 8:30, and I will read to them for a bit. Then they play or do workbook and have breakfast. The adults usually have breakfast later, around 11:00-ish. The kids spend the afternoon playing or having screen-time (or whining and complaining, depending on what kind of day we are having) while I either work or avoid work. I usually take the kids to the sea sometime after 4:00 pm to avoid prime sunburn time, and after they get bored and go home, I will usually work out in the water. Then it is a late dinner, a walk to the bazaar with the kids for treats, then books and bed. I will then hang out with Selcuk and his family for a bit before hitting the hay myself.
The exception to this routine is when we have either errands to run or have planned an outing. Because the new house was unfurnished, we are doing a lot of errands to shop for house things. We are almost done with the furnishings except for a few bookshelves etc. The shopping was at first fun, and then got tedious because we had to keep going for things we didn't realize we needed or things we forgot. Even the most tedious trip, however, has a built in bonus if our errands are in Soke, and that is the little village we pass through on the way there and back. It is up on the mountain and the road through the village is lined with stands where the villagers make gozleme and baslama, as well as sell home-made olive oil, honey from their farms, and local produce. Gozleme is a delicious flat bread cooked over a concave pan over a wood fire, then folded with cheese and greens inside. Baslama is also cooked over the fire and is s fluffy, circular bread that is about an inch thick.
The women who make the bread are generally dressed in typical village clothes, which means a flowery head scarf, tied casually, a long-sleeved shirt, and either a flowery long skirt, or flowery baloon pants. We met one women who was particularly kind and sweet and made the best gozleme ever. Here is a picture of us together:
Yes, it looks like my butt is roasting over that fire, but I assure you, my butt was and is fine.