We got up at a decent hour, miraculous. Starting the morning out with brunch on the beautiful hillside in Intepe was a great way to kick off the beginning of a great journey around a huge chuck of the country.
Something I didn't know about Turkey was the enormity of the rose business. And I can see why, they were everywhere and they were beautiful.
And it was a beautiful drive. I continue to adore the red roofs on all the homes. I am sure there is some geologic/historic reason for it, but I'm just going to go with "because they're beautiful."
We dodged inland and coastal over and over with multiple different views of the sea and mountains along our way.
The first big stop of the day was Assos. we walked up a little stone street with cute little shops and I had determined that the flip flops were not going to cut it as I mumbled repetitively, "I miss my suitcase, specifically my Merrells."
But I have to say that the walk was well worth it.
About every five minutes we spent on the coast Love would rename to islands that you could see. Ever informative and adorable.
If only the Greeks had been more proficient at earthquake proofing....
There are numbered stones scattered about, and I have to say I never found a pattern to speak of, but I"m sure someone didn't take the time to paint random numbers on rocks just to befuddle me.
All the toppled stones scattered about make me want to organize them a bit more, but frankly, they're really really heavy, and as mentioned above I just don't get the numbering system,
Even the bugs look a little historical around here...a fly as big as my thumb for exhibit A.
First time a blog has made me cry. Probably not the last. Looking at the picture below did it for me. Nothing special about the photo, nothing special about the moment that went with it or about the moments that followed it. Love told me we needed to hurry up and get going probably about ten minutes before...my response was much like a three year old with a foot stomp and, "but I wanna." And we did, we wandered around the Mountain top for nearly another half hour. I'm spoiled and demanding and he is patient and loving. I don't deserve him, but he still loves me just the same.
A patient moment.
We walked back down the hill along the little shops to continue down the other side of the little mountain .
Another huge amphitheater. Wonderfully maintained for thousands of years, in the middle of nowhere.
All the little tunnels underneath. Again I loved imagining the people coming through them. And a recurring theme was there were fairly "me" sized. A great set of evidence for how much larger humans have gotten in the interim.
Ancient walkways now with tourists and cows, but still partially preserved after thousands of years...Maybe I'm easily amused, but this was pretty amazing.
After a day of ancient history it was time for a long drive up the rocky curvy side of Mount Ida for what was one of the most serene relaxing places I've ever seen....probably the most serene and relaxing.
Did I mention the beautiful, serene and relaxing part.
And some of the darkest red roses I've ever seen were scattered about everywhere.
The cool in the valley was a nice break and Love enjoyed it quite a bit. Again I love the heat, but I know he was in need of a relief.
Big Beautiful Roses Everywhere!
And the place we stayed was one of the most interesting and eclectic but simple places I'd ever encountered.
The grounds were spattered with interesting pieces and not a drop of cell service. Deep breath and enjoy. Ahhhmazing.
The meals were wonderfully simple and the service was amazing. A sweet family to take care of you and build a fire in a fireplace covered in sweet little tiles and plaques including boar's teeth...plus a bonus fake parrot.
Mr. Frog escorted us back to our room after dinner, it was very sweet of him.
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