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This article is a continuation of Turkish Citizenship Application Process for a Turkish-English couple - Part 1, Part 2.
For the third and final part of our application story, yes, final at last! We were telephoned in July 2014 by our local Bodrum Nufus Ofis to come by and collect our new Turkish ID card.
We needed first to go to our local Muhtar to get a form from him stating that the applicant was registered and lived in the area. We also had to bring 2 photographs for the ID card.
I have been visiting Lake Bafa for many years now, since I moved to Izmir in 1995. We have taken many visitors to Heraklia on our way to Bodrum, and have bought honey and other goodies from the roadside vendors all along the way. So I was surprised when my colleague suddenly urged our minibus driver to stop somewhere along that road before the Heraklia turn off.
We were coming back from Milas where we had been working that day, and Gill said she'd like to buy some olive oil.
This article has been written by staff at The Serect, for more information you can also see our article here; The Secret - Breakfast & Brunch Bistro
Now we’re well into our first season at The Secret, we’re getting some very interesting feedback about the kind of activities people are looking for.
In response, we are introducing ‘The Secret Ladies’ – a day especially designed for ladies/women/girls/females – however you like to be known – to indulge in activities and chat about topics which interest us.
Enjoy our home-grown and home-made dishes prepared by our chef Songül, relax in the garden or by the pool, breathe the cool fresh air of the Yaran hills, meet up with old friends and make new ones. This is a day just for the ladies.
I have lived in Turkey for more than twenty-five years now, but have been rather hesitant about attending funerals, and so I only went to a couple of these ceremonies when close friends passed on. What is more, despite witnessing many deaths of ‘friends of friends and family’, and having had many private lessons cancelled while students attended funerals or remembrance ceremonies, I had never been to a Mevlüt until recently.
Having been married for the grand total of 3 weeks, I was delighted to be moving into a rented flat of our own in the centre of Izmir. Not wanting to sound ungrateful for the hospitality and acceptance I had received at the hands of my new family-in-law, I couldn’t wait to set up home with my husband, Kahraman.
The flat was small but adequate, off a busy street in one of the few remaining old-fashioned two storey houses amidst more modern 3 and 4 storey apartment blocks. Transport was duly arranged to carry our meagre store of possessions: a few suitcases of clothes and the odd bits of furniture we had managed to accumulate. There were some new items of rather poor quality interspersed with more solid but worn chairs, a table and a bookcase. The latter was the subject of much interest. Ah a büfe! : a display cabinet for unwanted ornaments difficult to dust!