ANKARA : An Anatolian Easter Egg Hunt
On the phone to my mother, last night, I caught myself being reminded, probably for the nth time, of what Easter is supposed to stand for. She was saying something about Maundy Thursday, and I said, hold on, but isn't Easter on a Monday? So she told me, again, the story that begins with a big meal and ends with a death (or does it end with a resurrection? There you are, I've lost the plot again!). In short, this is just to say that I am in some way aware that Easter is not for everybody just about the chocolate.
Now I know for some people it is very much about the chocolate. But for me not so much, as you don't get great chocolate here in
But my Easter is definitely all about eggs: painting them, hiding them, organising egg hunts. If you go to
Then towards the end, or as long as we can keep the kids waiting, there is the pinata, a papier-mache creature filled with sweets and hanging from a tree that the kids take turns in bashing with a stick until it breaks and the sweets fall all around them. So normally, this time of year, I'd have had the pinata made, or just be putting the finishing touches to it. I'd be sending or replying to picnic invitations, deciding what to bring to the picnic, or beginning to organise egg-painting sessions.
Not this year, though. This year we're going for another of our Easter favourites: Capadoccia! We haven't been since the autumn, and now the weather is more clement, we really want to run around a bit, climb fairy chimneys, explore deserted churches, lie around in chamomile fields. So what does this all have to do with Easter? Well, in France the chocolate is dropped from the sky by the church bells, as they ring the Easter mass. In other countries the job is done by rabbits. Now Ankara has neither rabbits nor bells. But Capadoccia has something much prettier than bells that can be seen in the morning sky.
Sandrine (I Marianne, posted it because Sandrine went off to Capadoccia without her laptop!)