I’ve just come home from a lovely 10 days away in Turkey with my husband Hasan. He is a Turk and we have been married for 3 years, he is younger than me and despite warnings from “Take a break” magazine about Turkish love rats, I decided to take the plunge and marry him anyway. Hasan is certainly no love rat and is simply lovely.
I have known him for 4 years and have been going over to Turkey whenever health and money allowed. So we have sort of a part time marriage as I have spent a lot of the time in the UK. He needs a visa to come over here, even for just a visit. So we are working on that at the moment.
He needs to have paid at least 6 months of work based insurance and some money in the bank. To make his application easier I need to be working and financially supporting myself without the aid of the government.
So to this end I am attempting to rejoin the work force and Hasan has changed from working for himself as a builder to working for a travel agency in the resort of Icmeler, for regular pay and insurance contributions paid for by his employer. He is very hard working so I have no doubt that I will be seeing him walk through the arrival gates at Bristol Airport shortly after seasons end in November.
Before his move to Marmaris and Icmeler, Hasan lived in Kusadasi about 3 hours north of Marmaris. Although I did a lot of coming and going, at times living the life of a nomad, I think the slow pace of life and the hot sunny weather really helped me get over my illness and feel better.
But most importantly I got better because of the love of a very good man!