We just had the most amazing meal of "Turkish pancakes" consisting of some thin flat bread with cheese and scallions and spices inside. And a glass of wine all under a grape arbor overlooking the mountains we just hiked around. Oh and the ocean, over which later we will watch the sun set. This shit is insane.
When I was sitting with Jeff in their pension Daniela (chief negotiator extraordinaire) and her trusty associates were negotiating for a private yacht tour so the seven of us wouldn't have to be bothered by the masses. The next morning we sailed.
Started off glorious, sitting on the front in our bathing suits and sunglasses as our boat floated through turquoise waters towards little uninhabited coves where we would put down anchor and literally dive into the mediterranean. I didnt want any annoyances to interfere with my enjoyment so i cut off my hair with my trusty swiss army knife and tossed the curls into the sea.
At lunch time things got a little rough when we stopped and sat on the rocking boat to eat. Despite pre-medicating, wrist bands and various Ginger products I was stuck to the hot front middle of the boat where it was most still while the rest ate swordfish in the shade. When finally we were moving again i recovered only to be stopped again later in a wavy cove and decided it was better to tread water for an hour than feel sick. So while tea and cookies were served I swam, then got tired and clung shivering to the side of the boat. It was a low moment. How anyone could have a low moment in such a paradise is not clear even to me but there it was. Despite the luxury I was happy to be back on land.
Our friends left for Istanbul the next day and we headed a little up into the mountains to this rustic retreat where retarded new age hippies come to fast for weeks but we came to eat. Delicious vegetarian turkish dinner and breakfast are included which is good because we are pretty isolated. We eat crackers for lunch except today and swim in the pool and nap and read. We had to get this far from the possibility of doing anything to really relax.
3 comments:
You poor thing! the Mediterranean does not seem to like the Bauers--at least you a good swimmer!
Yes, you poor poor thing. ;)
pobrecita!
also, because i don't get to talk to you anymore since you're "busy" these days, "and the kitchen tile?"
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