My eyes were sleepy but my heart was wide-awake. It was 5:45am and we were officially on our way to Bozcaada, Turkey. I didn’t want to miss a thing. The sun was just starting to come up and to the left was the sea. As the sun rose, it brought with it every color of orange imaginable. The soft pink clouds hung low as the boats rested calmly on the still glass water.
It was at that moment that I wished I could have bottled up the happiness I felt in my heart and send it to my friends and family. Pure beauty and loveliness.
We tasted wine, scootered, watched a sunset, laid in the sun, laughed, and just generally enjoyed being on this beautiful island. What I have noticed is that Turkey’s landscape is very similar to California’s so in a weird way, I didn’t feel so far away. Just please don’t ask me to describe all of the blues in the Aegean Sea because quite simply, I can’t.
On the way back, we stopped off in Troy… the ancient city. Embarrassing fact about me – I didn’t know it was in modern day Turkey. When someone said Troy I thought of Eric Bana as Hector, not as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Not my finest hour. As I tried to find a bit of peace amongst the many tourists, I listened to the wind as it whirled through the leaves. I wanted to feel the bustle of the market and as I ran my fingers over the ancient words, I tried to hear the sounds of the stone carvers chiseling away.
Per usual, my photos won’t do this place justice. Just another reason to come out for a visit!