Saturday night in a village in Turkey was memorable, comfortable and filled with friendship. We started by picking strawberries, watching sunset on the lake and then moved to a feast of fresh vegetables, beef, lamb, pilaf and baklava. Everyone brought gifts to for the hosts and we stumbled through conversations about everyday things - kids, homes, dress and family. It was clean and comfortable, but cold.
We left early in the morning to head over the Tarsus mountains to Antalya. We are now entering Greco-Roman history that dates back some 6,000 years. Don't hold me to historical accuracy.
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