Working hard and covering up from the sun on the Syrian border.
Not only is the sun blistering hot, but with the war in Syria sometimes encroaching on the Turkish border, the grazing grounds for farm animals is lessened, and the sheepherders have to wander further and further from their establish homes. About once a year, Jim and I would travel to the far south of Turkey.
The Southern part of Turkey is poor, really poor…at least outside of the cities and away from the tourists on the golden beaches. But these people are friendly; they abide by the Muslim law that requires them to offer hospitality to whoever comes across their threshold. Indeed, so many times we would be offered tea in multiple households over the course of only one day. We couldn’t drink all that tea.
But we did take as many up on it as possible. We would enter their houses, meet their families (some with multiple wives although this is not so much the custom anymore), and play with their children. We would go back year after year and be treated as long lost friends. It was great to catch up with them.
Why is it that the harsher life is, the more welcoming, more willing to give are these people compared to folks who seemingly have everything?