Diggin’ It

I have released myself into vacation mode at last! (Why not? As the Turks seem to be fond of saying…) I have spent the past several nights in the seaside fishing town of Kaş, sleeping on a rooftop under stars and fig trees, breathing the sweet smell of oleander and waking up for sunrise swims in the Mediterranean, just out the front door.

Turkish breakfast at my pension. The typical Turkish breakfast consists of fresh bread, tomatos, cucumbers, olives, honey, yogurt, fresh cheese and hard boiled eggs. I have enjoyed this feast at every pension so far. But the backdrop at this one takes the cake.

Turkish breakfast at my pension. The typical Turkish breakfast consists of fresh bread, tomatos, cucumbers, olives, honey, yogurt, fresh cheese and hard boiled eggs. I have enjoyed this feast at every pension so far. But the backdrop at this one takes the cake.

My favorite sea

My favorite sea

The days are hot but dry, with no clouds; just the bright sun plunging its rays into cool, clear turquoise water. I usually have a hard time relaxing at beaches for some reason. Lying there in the sand just makes me feel lazy. I have a much easier time meditating in the mountains, perhaps because I feel that relaxation is only deserved after physical activity (I don’t conciously believe this, and I don’t want to, it’s just this need for “productivity” that always gets the best of me.) But here, I am finally able to clear my mind and enjoy myself. Being here is really healing. Floating on my back in the salty sea until the sun goes down to get ready for another day is almost a feeling of rebirth. I imagine it to be like floating in my Mom’s womb, that is why I say that, and sorry to weird you out.

Kaş at dusk

Kaş at dusk

Sitting on ancient cobblestone steps with a çay offered to me by an old Turkish man, observing the haggard fisherman, the slick Mediterranean Casanovas, the unhappy/happy couples on their first or second or fifteenth honeymoon, the bickering families, the bratty kids, the desperate-to-please-because-we-are-on-vacation fathers, the too-tan Western European women clad in white linen and gold jewelry, and the cats and their kitties, I feel at ease and happy to be alone. I am really digging Turkey. It’s about time.

People watching with my çay in my lap

People watching with my çay in my lap

Kaş window- can you see the mountains through it?

Kaş window- can you see the mountains through it?

Tombs in the rock face in back of the town

Tombs in the rock face in back of the town

Tending to her garden; Many locals use old olive oil containers as plant pots. How innovative!

Tending to her garden; Many locals use old olive oil containers as plant pots. How innovative!

A Kaş mosque preaches the message of Allah via one of the moving word screens from the '90s (I don't remember what they are called)

A Kaş mosque preaches the message of Allah via one of the moving word screens from the '90s (I don't remember what they are called)

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~ by ceciliabien on August 20, 2009.

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