Oops! So sorry for the repeat
a senior moment in my efforts. (I'll tell myself that it's gratifying that at least you noticed! Here is what i meant to post:
LATE FEBRUARY 2010 Calis Beach
BLOG 13: Back in Turkey
Well, here I am, back in Dalaman airport, wheeling my hand luggage out of the exit. It’s great to travel so light and not have to bother with waiting for and hauling luggage from the hold. Just wish OH had been able to come, but he’s not too well at the moment and anyway, traipsing around shops choosing furniture and fitments is not exactly his thing. It’s a long way to come for just four days, but for me it is so exciting. Coming here to choose things for the villa, to see actual work in progress brings the dream so much closer. I can feel my heart quicken as I go out those exit doors toward the ramp. L told me that I would be met by their driver in a white van with their logo on it. The driver would be near the bottom of the ramp holding up a sign with my name on it.
As I near the bottom of the ramp, I look eagerly around me, a silly grin on my face. I scan the white vans – there aren’t very many as it’s not the holiday season. I look harder: no sign of any InfinityExpress insignia on any white vans. The silly grin is fading. I look around for anyone holding a sign with my name on it. I’m feeling the first pangs of anxiety.
Just as I’m beginning to think the worst - dare I say the word “panic”? a familiar voice calls my name and a breathless L comes running up to me.
“Thought I’d give you a surprise and meet you personally instead of sending the van! You came out a bit earlier than I expected!”
What a relief. I don’t tell her that I was beginning to think they had abandoned me . We load my hand luggage into her car and set off for Palm Court, Infinity’s block of apartments in Calis Beach where I’ll be staying.
As we approach Calis, I talk about the programme ahead and remind her that she has not kept her promise to send me photos, even though I realize photos of dugout foundations are pretty boring. I suggest that we drive past the site now. She says it’s too dark to see anything. I say, well how about tomorrow morning early – say 10 a.m.? After that, later the same day, I say that I’d like a meeting with one of the directors, either K or his charming sister, S at their head office. She says the very earliest she can arrange is for late tomorrow. We have now arrived at Palm Court. It’s a complex of apartments, each with a balcony, looks nice, and there’s a large floodlit pool in the front. And, of course, some palm trees. But . . . tomorrow afternoon! I feel indignant and without showing too much irritation (hopefully), tell her so. Heck, I’m only here for four days – it hasn’t been easy to get this time off and I don’t want to waste time sitting around in the apartment with nothing to do.
Then she says something that sends a chill right through me:
“I’m only the messenger.”
. . . to be continued . . . generally posted on Thursday . . .
