I always think that for the first few days in a new country a person runs on pure adrenaline. And adrenaline is injected via images and sounds and scents. Each creating the push that keeps one going. But in so doing: disabling the ability to disassemble the sounds and scents and visuals and reassemble them into a coherent form.
So, the best way to deal with these first few days is to simply flow. To reunite with family and old friends and new friends. To just feel. To eat and drink and leave all the important stuff for another day. Though I did find an Australian cow, a calm moment.
My daughter and her most able Kitchen Attendant created a feast for last night with a Turkish influence, filled with Persian flavours and laden with the colours and bustle of the markets and joy.
Today we have more people arriving. More food to be caught on film and more wine bottles to air and sip from.
Tomorrow Fede (did you guess?) and I will be cooking. Today my son and his beautiful wife are in charge of the kitchen.
We take turns cooking because we are ALL about the food in my family and very competitive in the kitchen. On this trip two of the best cooks in my family are here. They are both VERY good cooks. This is where Kitchen Mama comes in. One boss in the kitchen for the day. Makes for a calmer atmosphere.
I hope you have a lovely day.