My daughter Delaney has been dying to go to the Women's Market but since the market is held on Wednesday, her school classes prevented her from going. And then miraculously, there was a Wednesday with no school. So off we went.
I drove with my trusty friend Karen navigating. I even brought my GPS so I could mark the spot and possibly get back there on my own. I have to admit though, I'm still rather terrified of driving here in Turkey and it hasn't improved much in the 7 months we've been here. For many years I have considered myself a brave person. The kind of brave that will drive from Florida to Arizona by herself with four children because hubby was in Korea and I wanted to see my family for the summer. The kind of brave that can evacuate due to a hurricane (sans deployed hubby) and not stress too much about it.
I thought that strength and independence would serve me well living in a foreign country. But driving in Turkey takes a different kind of brave. Roller Coaster brave. Dirt bike riding brave. Snow skiing downhill at high speed brave. Basically, adrenaline junkie brave. And if you know me at all, you know I am not that kind of brave. I am a mouse. A timid one.
Nevertheless, we made it and I even found a place to park. The Women's Market is divided into two sections: handmade items and homemade food.
|Aren't we cute? I ended up buying the one Delaney is wearing. And I LOVE it.|
|Here is the hat Delaney bought. The cute flowers on the side are a bit hard to see but they are darling.|
Behind Delaney is our friend Melody. She just moved here recently so it was fun to take her along. She has a great attitude and is loving the adventure of Turkey.
This older Turkish woman starts with a small blob of dough then rolls it out with a thin dowel to an impossibly thinness.
Then she puts small piles of chopped nuts in a line down the middle of the dough, fold the dough over a couple of times and then pinches in between each mound.
She then cuts them apart into these little boat shapes and they are fried and then dipped into the sugar syrup that nearly every Turkish dessert includes.
They are good but you can only eat one of them before you are overwhelmed by the sweetness. We bought some of these and some tiny donut holes that looked delicious but were way too syrupy. My favorite is the scone fry bread that is filled with a potato and cheese mixture. Yum!
So now you know what a trip to the Women's Market in Adana is like. Come visit me and I'll work up the courage to drive you there myself!