Turkish Delight

A friend asked me, “How was Turkey?”

Surprising. Turkey never ceased to surprise me in spectacular ways. When I boarded the plane in Athens for a short hour-long flight to Izmir, I was convinced that I was going to a desert. Surely there was tan sand, warm weather, cacti.

I imagined never seeing hair, the country being predominantly Islam. And I was scared of the food. So scared, in fact, that I planned on (and eagerly awaited) losing some of the HUG chub that week.

Turns out, I am incredibly naive. Turkey is insanely beautiful. There are mountains. There is a coast line. It was spring time and pink blossoms were widespread. The food was good—seasoned, grilled, and just spicy enough.

Not to mention the sites we were privileged to visit. EPHESUS, Troy, Pergamum, Sardis, and Istanbul!

For now, here are photographs of the unknown beauty that abounded. Stories to follow, promise.

 

 

 

I amand I also just got back from a cruise through the Mediterranean. Surely one day I’ll get caught up on here.