Travel.
It helps us connect with that part of us that gets soggy by the daily routine.
The soggy part.
All weighed down by stuff, meetings, faux important moments until you break away.
You sit in an ancient ruin and touch the paintings from 3,000 years ago.
You wander through fairy chimneys in Rose Valley, Cappadocia and feel the drama of an age long gone.
In Fethiye you sit in a farm house and watch and eat a lunch prepared on a wood fire in the fireplace. As you sit on the pillows on the floor you marvel at the joy and peace in the simple and pure.
In Bodrum you board a sailing boat and cruise the Aegean.
At night you watch the scooters fill the streets and folks of all ages meet and eat and talk about the day.
In Istanbul we found small out of the way restaurants and shared wine and small dishes of fresh foods. Fresh food.
Who knew olives would become a favorite part of a meal with the fresh baked bread and wine.
Travel.
Turkey.
You connect with history.
You connect with life.
You connect with you.
The ageless experiment.
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