Sitting on the Aegean, glimpses of Greece from a distance; grape vines on the wall and worn wooden boats on the beach. The wind and salty spray catches your hair, the sun warms your bare arms and raised face, as you watch the clouds go by…
I’m feeling under the weather and low on imagination, so I’ll let the photos speak for themselves:
(*psst* Robert, you’re my hero! Thanks for the multitude of ideas)
Ku?adas?: cascading rows of “sea view” hotels that nearly block the view of the sea
It’s a tourist town. We took the bus from our hotel to the main business district and strolled through the shops and hotels and restaurants, on sidewalks lined with orange trees, until we reached the Aegean. This is where the cruise boats dock and let off their passengers for a day of spending. We walked across the pier to the island, shaped like a bird’s head, that gives the town its name.
Dogs and cats wandered the street, sniffing for handouts. One large Anatolian sheepdog put her massive paws on the back of my shoulders and sniffed my ear. I shrugged her off, but she followed us halfway back to the bus. In that one afternoon I soaked in more sun than I have in months.
Day Three was spent driving. And driving. And driving some more. All told more than ten hours in a tour bus from Istanbul to Ku?adas? (koo’-sha-da-suh), giving us a chance to see the countryside.
