it is the day before the goat roast.
this morning i was up early, before mo, after a night of watching guitar instructional videos that i loaded onto my computer before coming here, knowing it'd be a long time i'd have to spend with no instrument of my own to play, but there is a guitar at the campground where we are spending the night. today i went into town to get a string for it, and also some baklava from the kipa.
today we drive to the nearby village of mehmetalan which is backwards from mo's house, across a dusty field, through the town with the stone-age olive oil factory, and into a ravine that runs along a creek, then across the creek and down to where the creek joins the river. there is a forest cemetery on the way in but water from the creek runs over the road to get to the river, so souls can wander only that far and no farther.
