tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11076249807116932732024-02-07T02:28:50.097-08:00traversing throughAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-731469491012050962013-06-03T00:20:00.001-07:002013-06-03T00:20:45.777-07:00Istanbul at a GlanceWe are being so negligent with our writing, but it's only because we are having so much fun! We spent 4 days in Istanbul, and we feel like we've barely scratched the surface of this wonderful city. We've been pinching the last of those pennies and doing most of our own cooking in our TINY little studio, but still managing to get in a good Turkish meal here and there. Having a blast seeing all the gorgeous mosques, churches, and skylines, but having to fight through many other hard core camera wielding tourists! <div>Up next: Switzerland! <br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpso400maOEw8VHj8WT6gEXdoDCspgCFhyphenhyphen8wvR3UsFaWiAzCw3KSfug97yGAd77Be79ZDhYcg2T7jTYO2osQNQzWZYG82GjOcJbpEGuTSlYidi_T-D6jgtn6FMCyoGfduT4HPriesVl5o/s640/blogger-image-1148848178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpso400maOEw8VHj8WT6gEXdoDCspgCFhyphenhyphen8wvR3UsFaWiAzCw3KSfug97yGAd77Be79ZDhYcg2T7jTYO2osQNQzWZYG82GjOcJbpEGuTSlYidi_T-D6jgtn6FMCyoGfduT4HPriesVl5o/s640/blogger-image-1148848178.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-abxSItRJ7nI/UaxDkpBgOKI/AAAAAAAAC0I/hjh4QA23a3I/s640/blogger-image--623481423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-abxSItRJ7nI/UaxDkpBgOKI/AAAAAAAAC0I/hjh4QA23a3I/s640/blogger-image--623481423.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EbJYZ9ewc-RsiGqwFwu2Ua5waK-8qy5Sow3EDFn3pdQGjN-aedJ0wWXc3fW1qOWjXDYSitY4AwPNHB4kggC8EbQ0GSF6pG2VFjHHAq5LQGxudS_3nRU_OKZYSA1YlDxsBjPMrevOrZc/s640/blogger-image-781772161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-EbJYZ9ewc-RsiGqwFwu2Ua5waK-8qy5Sow3EDFn3pdQGjN-aedJ0wWXc3fW1qOWjXDYSitY4AwPNHB4kggC8EbQ0GSF6pG2VFjHHAq5LQGxudS_3nRU_OKZYSA1YlDxsBjPMrevOrZc/s640/blogger-image-781772161.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75J5oJkcdKQ2KCT-aT0l2-gfhHEUgfHCIShCTG7YrUM9FhgLjVqYx__ltPoKRs80IyVSaQEK2nM1_LGTWmMi066tBdXwSTEbJXbDBU0oiAMClW-31Usrco5RBTW0oGuzcMF6zmLxP9ZE/s640/blogger-image-806333595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75J5oJkcdKQ2KCT-aT0l2-gfhHEUgfHCIShCTG7YrUM9FhgLjVqYx__ltPoKRs80IyVSaQEK2nM1_LGTWmMi066tBdXwSTEbJXbDBU0oiAMClW-31Usrco5RBTW0oGuzcMF6zmLxP9ZE/s640/blogger-image-806333595.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHydAdvvKk1qcBkYhJ7YVVgdRAVh6E2QQEbXIVsEqqG8X0uJ5_rBEXkmchL5xf8VhZyiaRMNBrmrGrJ3rvXS5pCsTLSxYkQtHVsuj_KRNqBeWzTHXRBm8-LT3xSjJ8dah86ujS22Zz6Y/s640/blogger-image-1060355455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHydAdvvKk1qcBkYhJ7YVVgdRAVh6E2QQEbXIVsEqqG8X0uJ5_rBEXkmchL5xf8VhZyiaRMNBrmrGrJ3rvXS5pCsTLSxYkQtHVsuj_KRNqBeWzTHXRBm8-LT3xSjJ8dah86ujS22Zz6Y/s640/blogger-image-1060355455.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-82699284995480791162013-05-26T01:18:00.001-07:002013-05-26T01:46:23.817-07:00Jake skips down cobbled lanes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">For the record, I strenuously disagree with our editor for giving Katie the "Goreme" story and me the Safranbolu beat. While I thoroughly enjoyed visiting this UNESCO site, what words can I use? "Quaint"? "Little"? "Cute"? Ok, here goes:<div><br></div><div>This quaint little town is really cute.</div><div><br></div><div>Pulitzer, I await your call. Safranbolu is Turkey's best preserved Ottoman town. It was originally put on the map because of the large amount of saffron it grew (my guess is as good as yours but I think we can probably all agree that's where its name comes from). The homes are built from sun-dried mud brick, wood and stucco. I would recommend a google images search or looking at Katie's pictures even though the way I painted this for you, you probably feel like you were there.</div><div><br></div><div>Honey comb, butter and fresh bread good.</div></span><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fbvazSuz2d54kYCTSMVN4RT6qXwO7rbGnxNzZ2JrDcucEFyBDIbFWryiT8q_I8EzxQU6jbJLZZgHUEzkF3pXAB_lOhRbBKfUfjDF963wi8BvZgbyYHt85tmh-B5NRRpLJcXQ0tjx6oo/s640/blogger-image--568748027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7fbvazSuz2d54kYCTSMVN4RT6qXwO7rbGnxNzZ2JrDcucEFyBDIbFWryiT8q_I8EzxQU6jbJLZZgHUEzkF3pXAB_lOhRbBKfUfjDF963wi8BvZgbyYHt85tmh-B5NRRpLJcXQ0tjx6oo/s640/blogger-image--568748027.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-88336434801480546022013-05-26T00:18:00.001-07:002013-05-26T00:18:33.350-07:00The way to Jake's HeartMy photo montage of Jake discovering they bring our free bread, butter and honeycomb to the table. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94BBcIv_EeFqPg7s-l-XN6Loy5yDzxbK-V40lP9QwgCgDN2zAfgN1gY_4O36_dLQHV1NRwxKOR4aFRhlp5VAEPWYl46MNfMSV34KBikg1-h2iLPlmydPWcJIgt7Y6BlsRn9IlhgQpfGM/s640/blogger-image--2050255980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh94BBcIv_EeFqPg7s-l-XN6Loy5yDzxbK-V40lP9QwgCgDN2zAfgN1gY_4O36_dLQHV1NRwxKOR4aFRhlp5VAEPWYl46MNfMSV34KBikg1-h2iLPlmydPWcJIgt7Y6BlsRn9IlhgQpfGM/s640/blogger-image--2050255980.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-82088589736480051072013-05-26T00:09:00.001-07:002013-05-26T00:09:11.360-07:00Goreme<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">By now you've seen some of our lovely Capadoccia photos that didnt do that amazing place an ounce of justice. It was a whirlwind four days, there was just so much to see and do, and we had already extended our stay an extra day, so we felt like we really needed to get the most out of it. There were so many activities to choose from, but mostly we thought we would try to do it on our own rather than give our money to pricey tour companies. <div>Turkish night was exactly as Jake described it, ridiculous. I liken it to the Medieval Times restaurant experience only with Turkish entertainment. But it was fun, and I'm glad we did it. </div><div>Capadoccia is this amazing mixture of old world turkey and a bunch of flukes of nature. About a billion years ago the whole place got covered in volcanic ash, which after another billion years of erosion and land changes the whole place is now covered in these crazy soft rock formations, which about 2000 years ago, Turkish people discovered they could shape the rock to make houses, churches, stables, and whatever else. They built their homes way high up whenever they were threatened, which sounds like it was quite often. There are about 9 valleys that have these amazing rock formations and houses. Jake and I did our very best to see as many of them as we could in our short time. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); ">This resulted in some very long walks. In 2 days we hiked a total of 11+ hours. The first day was wonderful, gorgeous weather, and breathtaking scenery. The second day we weren't so lucky. I blame the crappy map we were given, but we managed to get lost for 2-3 hours. No path, no idea where we were, and in the very bright midday sun. It got pretty frustrating. After we had given up ever finding the path into the valleys, and had started for home, we finally managed to stumble across something worthwhile, and did eventually find our way successfully. We found some incredible cave houses built into cliffs that we were free to climb and explore. They went up 3 or four stories into the stone and were all connected to other stone houses, sort of like a giant stone condo complex. We had so much fun climbing and exploring. </span></div><div><br></div><div>We decided it was high time we get a little more info on "The Turkish Table," and took a local cooking class, an idea we stole from another Peace Corps couple traveling through Southeast Asia. Our class was very intimate with just Jake and I, our translator, and our instructor, an old Turkish mother, who was horrified every time we tried to clean anything. She didn't let us do much other than watch her cook, although we did get to sit and stuff the peppers and make little grape leaf spring roll things. They got a pretty big kick out of our sad final products, but they were quick to tell us how much better we were than other beginners. Sure. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); ">Then we sat down with the whole family and enjoyed our meal. It was a great experience. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); ">Our next stop is Safronbolu, a preserved Ottoman town known for its gorgeous houses and quaint streets. From there we travel to Istanbul, and after a long weekend in Switzerland, we are headed back to America, and parties, and a move, and weddings, and a whole new life. I think we're both starting to realize our old adventure is over and our new one is about to begin. I hope I can maintain my sanity as I pull together a wedding in less than a month!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); "><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); "><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_ePbLIfSg0VnUzHq60EDT3hmOQlAWLSdym3X7AMYvnuZyXjJs53ckMAFa9Z5RbaNa0u69-l5NkoNY7X_AZbVDpgFRPpXlAAnQLITJP1nBQFKnsfPffD9FzKg5JKEMvh2uGanxE53uPc/s640/blogger-image-916953142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_ePbLIfSg0VnUzHq60EDT3hmOQlAWLSdym3X7AMYvnuZyXjJs53ckMAFa9Z5RbaNa0u69-l5NkoNY7X_AZbVDpgFRPpXlAAnQLITJP1nBQFKnsfPffD9FzKg5JKEMvh2uGanxE53uPc/s640/blogger-image-916953142.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); "><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCRxTyCI-VEDqq3X5Q9ZpLMw8PMLDrZ_gm-BRBF1N6d0b1ltYgqQZ5hM9hkxULUPr_39_duOaNLT5HUtG4nqJHBSi54YuGcvwmjJWDtWYH0SqdN7TuYykhlmvSctGhdSKT9GuZTQzIdc/s640/blogger-image--2075122371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCRxTyCI-VEDqq3X5Q9ZpLMw8PMLDrZ_gm-BRBF1N6d0b1ltYgqQZ5hM9hkxULUPr_39_duOaNLT5HUtG4nqJHBSi54YuGcvwmjJWDtWYH0SqdN7TuYykhlmvSctGhdSKT9GuZTQzIdc/s640/blogger-image--2075122371.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-40216903186154180912013-05-21T12:10:00.001-07:002013-05-21T23:41:57.225-07:00Turkish Night!Katie and I wanted to see the whirling dervishes while we were here and as we suspected there isn't a way to see them that isn't completely touristy so we embraced it. There was a more ceremonial option but just because they pretended it was a spiritual ceremony doesn't change the fact they were simply doing it for money so let's do the one that includes free alcohol and belly dancing! We were picked up promptly at the scheduled time and had to pick up one other party. Our driver seemed to be near tears that the other group wasn't ready on time which while refreshing after being in Africa seemed a bit over emotional given the circumstance. He drove like an absolute maniac and got us there in time to for the dervishes. We sat with our new Brazilian friends, three middle aged women who came to Turkey because a side plot of a soap opera takes place in Cappadocia. We were instructed not to eat or talk by our driver during the "ceremony" and especially no pictures. The Brazilians and virtually everyone else ignored this request. They spun for 2-3 min during two heavily produced new agey songs. The food and drink were all you can eat and they didn't hold back. Two 1.5 liter bottles of wine as well as ouzo were already on the table. Guests around us were ordering entire bottles of vodka at no cost to them. We had a selection of Turkish tapas that as expected were pretty mediocre. So we drank and learned all about the intricate plot lines of this Brazilian soap. We watched some dancing that was heralded as traditional but we suspected was made up because who would know better? We could swear the "dervishes" were also dancing in the napkin dance. The evening closed with the belly dancer. The crowd was good and drunk by this time and the hooting commenced. She seemed to be used to this, there's probably not a whole lotta variation of folks in this scene. She hand picked three spectators. A pot bellied Brit, an aging chinaman and a young Japanese girl. She dressed them up and toyed with them and the crowd ate it up. It felt like they had turned on a strobe light, the flashes were so great. As soon as her show ended, our soberish driver beckoned and 2-300 of us squeezed down the narrow hall. Our quick thinking Brazilian friend grabbed a half empty bottle of wine which we passed around and slugged down the whole way home to keep our minds off the speed of our vehicle. Made it home safe and sound and were sure to pack extra water for the hiking through the valleys today.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-9072251957031861542013-05-21T07:34:00.001-07:002013-05-21T07:34:59.960-07:00First Dervish Sighting<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WRV2nxCU1zSBIEDUorpg91IMDG4yQDwSgtzTq-YKqRy2Kj8gOhzVcTRVoKzWIta8DJPGzvS2xMu2MBnE1oBmMPE_Hqh1h-QjGKPSPoo7840n3paXgdiTK-haC-6HNhe_xg3k3Jn7n0E/s640/blogger-image--1691228266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WRV2nxCU1zSBIEDUorpg91IMDG4yQDwSgtzTq-YKqRy2Kj8gOhzVcTRVoKzWIta8DJPGzvS2xMu2MBnE1oBmMPE_Hqh1h-QjGKPSPoo7840n3paXgdiTK-haC-6HNhe_xg3k3Jn7n0E/s640/blogger-image--1691228266.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-7698861854695210722013-05-21T07:32:00.001-07:002013-05-21T07:32:13.294-07:00Cappadocia Part OneWe just arrived in Cappadocia, land of the fairy chimneys and hot air balloons. Jake informs me that the balloon rides are not in the budget, but I'm sure we'll find plenty of other things to fill our memory cards. Just about to head to "Turkish night" with fire breathers, whirling dervishes, and sword throwers. Expect more pictures soon! <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAP2w9JnClN7L_FfBG8Uk5Kg9AMautvn-AHXQOR9oCCfza9yxyVH2KnOs5t1GPoMeZlZTC4ZjZuSfZeMIhANhtiHiRtdE3sz1KtXgGWJvwuUGpFO-0v7v4ErIp8CCV8WfyWO5SF-D1zwk/s640/blogger-image--267685235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAP2w9JnClN7L_FfBG8Uk5Kg9AMautvn-AHXQOR9oCCfza9yxyVH2KnOs5t1GPoMeZlZTC4ZjZuSfZeMIhANhtiHiRtdE3sz1KtXgGWJvwuUGpFO-0v7v4ErIp8CCV8WfyWO5SF-D1zwk/s640/blogger-image--267685235.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Picture taking from the bus (11hour overnight bus I might add) as we sped by this morning. 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Blogger finally got their act together and made a much more user friendly app allowing us to beef up previous posts (we've made some changes to our posts from Santorini till now) and has now made adding pictures a whole lot easier, although it's screwed up our spacing and captions, our apologies. <div>But Watch out; our blog is about to get good (really just meaning we might finally post with some regularity)!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-46055042398011634572013-05-18T02:32:00.001-07:002013-05-18T04:44:17.692-07:00Land of the Free (stuff)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">In Malawi you would occasionally get a "maprizey," typically something like one free tomato if you buy 5 or an extra handful of rice. I love this type of thing. However, I was never prepared for Turkey's maprizey culture. I love it even more. You get free bread with dinners (it's €1 in Greece), restaurants bring out free appetizers, free tea at the end of meals. Jake and I were walking through a square where they were passing out free Turkish flags, of course Jake eagerly went running to collect it (I seriously think I should start checking to make sure he hasn't secretly cancelled our tickets home). The hotel owner loves Jake so much that he made him a free omelet this morning saying that Jake's smile "brings him much positive energy and luck for his business." They bring out free popcorn or other snacks if you just order drinks, or free shots at the end of dinner. Sometimes they just wave you through instead of charging you for tickets. And, as the final and best maprizey of Turkish culture, the townspeople make free fried donuts for everyone to celebrate the anniversary of a loved one's funeral, which is pretty much every day. Can you imagine a bag of 5 donuts every day there was a funeral? Personally, I can think of no better way to honor the life of a loved one then with free donuts. Although, this tradition also explains the abundance of free outdoor exercise facilities. </span><br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-15555861766890005312013-05-18T02:28:00.001-07:002013-05-18T04:46:29.261-07:00Kayaköy (what could have been)Jake and I made a special day trip to visit the ghost town of Kayakoy. This is where we had originally planned to have our tiny destination wedding, now of course we've moved it to Portland and are very excited to be able to include more of our loved ones in our big day. Anyway, we wanted to go see it both for sentimental reasons and because it sounded amazing. The basic backstory is around the 1920's, during the Turkish war, Turkey and Greece agreed to mutually expel their Turkish and Greek expatriates. As a result, thousands of people were forced to leave their homes in Turkey and Greece, some with no more than a days notice, and move back to their countries of origin. Kayakoy village was home to hundreds of Greek families on the Turkish coast who were forced out, and the houses were never resettled. The wood has now rotted and all the belongings are scattered, but the walls and foundations still remain. There are over 400 abandoned houses for tourists to walk through. Jake and I had a great afternoon exploring and poking around this strange, and sad but beautiful village. I'm afraid my pictures just didn't do it justice but I'll post them anyway. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8BdZp95PEhV8JDtm5in_UAiiNP1JH2UMzJJEnYQd8MUMsQD2EPy1XO9pldNjGeNXRnsWQ4ESdXe-kF7bq7Ip50ClSRZtWT5ZfJelqIC_SnbRy-7Oe8gj0SkxS5ZAeUEjJPVRCCZL5Ck/s640/blogger-image--438614336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8BdZp95PEhV8JDtm5in_UAiiNP1JH2UMzJJEnYQd8MUMsQD2EPy1XO9pldNjGeNXRnsWQ4ESdXe-kF7bq7Ip50ClSRZtWT5ZfJelqIC_SnbRy-7Oe8gj0SkxS5ZAeUEjJPVRCCZL5Ck/s640/blogger-image--438614336.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">They are so cute from far away and so gross close up</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6BJVsmECDAkRhfxJ21Qj4Tc3RgroDlPXjPnlUePWgVXXwaK8ou-dy1Ndm4bZeKP1wDphz7x5EMvi2BnsAqg2mHv6c8QMgpsmwN67SevW1QrH2cMb6xR8h-MlMzY7vH8SWatslPox7P8/s640/blogger-image--2011355420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6BJVsmECDAkRhfxJ21Qj4Tc3RgroDlPXjPnlUePWgVXXwaK8ou-dy1Ndm4bZeKP1wDphz7x5EMvi2BnsAqg2mHv6c8QMgpsmwN67SevW1QrH2cMb6xR8h-MlMzY7vH8SWatslPox7P8/s640/blogger-image--2011355420.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Houses on the Hill</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5C5sChe4LG0vbg8Q-EN5kxfMx-XVHdjyUA52Cg-mFePWt6itEFo3fYswpwj7vyrMqE_VcZyeMCjNFUYglzf_3aHzrn4tclivT_2gUWwaU1RBIR_-I834cfnu48jUJa_0UU-7gPfwo448/s640/blogger-image-151480667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5C5sChe4LG0vbg8Q-EN5kxfMx-XVHdjyUA52Cg-mFePWt6itEFo3fYswpwj7vyrMqE_VcZyeMCjNFUYglzf_3aHzrn4tclivT_2gUWwaU1RBIR_-I834cfnu48jUJa_0UU-7gPfwo448/s640/blogger-image-151480667.jpg"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">The Abandoned church we had hoped to get married in. Strange, I know, but so cool. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYWsIazuRO6KlR4nS8g2CYSMcr_xbFjzBgsWJHV7G3g6Ab-n7Y54cS6ZlHCTjmQN1AjlMnxhoSD42HFn8LSXJ8VFwQMrT-Wsxc_YUKhnVOSSaWv-aP4pNnDN4A4D-2wNm3PX2backSdg/s640/blogger-image-1771910118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYWsIazuRO6KlR4nS8g2CYSMcr_xbFjzBgsWJHV7G3g6Ab-n7Y54cS6ZlHCTjmQN1AjlMnxhoSD42HFn8LSXJ8VFwQMrT-Wsxc_YUKhnVOSSaWv-aP4pNnDN4A4D-2wNm3PX2backSdg/s640/blogger-image-1771910118.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> The "never ending wine tasting" at the "would be" reception restaurant</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-440227717740129782013-05-18T02:10:00.001-07:002013-05-18T04:50:00.642-07:00Ephesus/Selçuk<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); "><div><b>Ephesus is the oldest city in the world (circa 8,000 BC) and the final resting place of Madonna; the mother of Christ, not the pop star (I cannot help myself making that joke). (</b>seriously, I've heard this joke at least 4 times now)<b> Selcuk is the nearest town to Ephesus. We spent three nights there which is 2-3 more than most. Our first full day we spent at the ruins and I spent the whole time (as I have done the whole trip) asking Katie what the Chewa (Malawi's largest) tribe was doing during this time. The crown jewel is the entrance to the library which is spectacular but we were blown away by "The Terrace Houses". This area of the world has been plagued by earthquakes and while it was clearly devastating, it also helped with preservation. The mosaic floors were being painstakingly uncovered as well as the layers of fresco on the walls. The knowledge of all the details of life is incredible. They had crates and crates of broken marble they were reassembling in the world's most insane/OCD jigsaw puzzle. We had a nice picnic outside with sausage, fresh bread, olive tapenade, pistachios and children's yogurt (it was the only one that came with a spoon).</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; "><br></div><div style="font-weight: bold; ">The next day we took a couple minibuses to a nearby national park and spent the warm, but overcast, afternoon on a secluded pebble beach.</div><div style="font-weight: bold; "><br></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">Today (5/17) we went to see a 14th century mosque before our train left a little afternoon. On our a way a salesman from a rug weaving co-op stopped us and asked us to come back by after seeing the site. We did, and were not prepared for the tour, the skill, and the time it takes to create each rug. We were the perfect suckers. I took comfort believing that we had no cash and no cards on us and virtually no time to retrieve them, that is until Katie pulled out a Visa she's evidently been secretly carrying around (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">for emergencies only!)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">. After the creation process was revealed, the show began. Rugs from across the country were brought in and unfurled before us, each with unique styles, colors, symbols, materials and characteristics. The silk shimmered and Katie's eyes got bigger and bigger. Each carpet snapped as it was being unrolled and laid before us, "Smiley" working his greasy magic. We were great customers. We both wanted one and we had a credit card. We hemmed and hawwed and sipped tea. We fantasized about saying "Oh, this rug? We bought it at a cooperative in Turkey on our honeymoon." (Un)fortunately, we didn't pull the trigger. We'll have to save it for our trip to democratic Iran sometime in the future. 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We arrived in Turkey through the port town of Fethiye, which the lonely planet guidebook essentially ignored and breezed over, so we weren't expecting much, but I suppose that just made it even better when it turned out to be our favorite town yet! </div><div>Fethiye is more like a small city, sprawled several miles down the coast, but only going a few blocks back from the water. The entire waterfront is gorgeous with sidewalks, benches every few meters, crazy topiaries, big city squares, great lighting, little outdoor public gyms, and even a running track that follows along the sidewalk. </div><div>The Turks seem to be very concerned with good health, all of them jumping around on their outdoor gyms and speed walking everywhere. When I went on a morning run I had not one but two people yell out reminders to " bring water next time!" </div><div>Jake is so enamored with this place I'm pretty sure he's secretly picking out property to build on, and he seems very concerned with their marketing schemes and keeps muttering "you know what their slogan should be, Refreshingly Fethiye!" 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<span id="goog_800462248"></span><span id="goog_800462249"></span><br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-54607258528780143092013-05-14T08:58:00.000-07:002013-05-18T01:24:18.485-07:00Off to RhodesWe've really made a total mess of the bus system here on Kos, getting left, misreading wrong bus schedules, getting bad information. We just barely made it to our ferry in time. We left for Rhodes Island this afternoon. We hear it's quite the place to go with big castles and awesome beaches. Very exciting! On a side note, I have to give some credit to sweet Jake, who has been so great during this trip. He totally downplayed Easter day, omitting that we couldn't find the restaurant and ended up driving around in circles for an hour, with almost no gas in the car, until I got so cranky and hungry I couldn't take it anymore (I was the navigator and I failed miseraably). I'm ashamed to admit how awful I was, but Jake took it all in stride asking me if I want to get ice cream to hold me over. I kid you not I stood there in the street, a grown, almost 30 year old woman, and stamped my feet and yelled "I don't want ice cream!!" What a brat. It was all ok I the end, and I did stop acting like an angry toddler.<br>
Jake has also spent hours and hours researching all our planes and buses and hotels. I know he likes doing it, but it's made the whole vacation that much more enjoyable and relaxing for me.<br>
Anyway, we made it to Rhodes, and thanks to Jake, travel was very uneventful, walked alomost two miles to our nearest hotel with all of our bags, but that's ok; I'll burn those calories anyway I can!! Doing my "arm workout" with two water bottles in the hotel room doesn't exactly seem to be getting me into wedding dress shape.<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-73262016180318187182013-05-13T23:24:00.000-07:002013-05-18T01:20:08.392-07:00Greek Easter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;">Greek Orthodx Easter landed on the 5th of May this year. Katie and I rented a little Suzuki soft top and drove around the island. Our first destination was a hot springs on the beach just outside Kos Town (we were staying in a little beachside community). It was a very pleasant and though popular, not too crowded. We spent an hour or so soaking in the spring and then cooling off in the sea. We had a difficult time finding gas but did manage an open station after some hunting. Drove in to town for a late lunch and found a restaurant open with a lamb on a spit. I had the lamb and Katie had a giant bowl of steamed mussels. We were both very happy. After finding another beach and returning the tiniest four wheel drive ever made, we had a nap and went back out to eat. Finished around 11 and headed to church. We sat in the lobby? vestibule? And could not see any of the service leaders as they droned on in a chant. Almost all of the parishioners simply came in, purchased a prayer candle, kissed an icon, lit their candle, placed it in the designated sandbox-like receptacle as another woman blew it out</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> and immediately disposed of to make room for the new prayers. We watched people jostle and greet in this tiny room for over an hour. A procession made its way down the aisle and out the church. By this time, the entryway was jammed and loud explosions started to occur. Counterintuitively, we shoved our way through the crowd, out of the church and towards the 1/4 sticks of dynamite, yes dynamite, being ignited. Outside, the priest was continuing his prayers but nothing could be heard over the demolitions going on all around us. We decided that a drink was in order and made a hasty retreat.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We found an acceptable parking spot for us and all our crap, had a nice dinner, dragged ourselves to the bus depot at midnight, got on a bus, sat on a concrete slab at the port got on the boat around 2am, and tried to sleep a little. Jake did really well, I'm guessing drugging him with Benadryl helped. I eventually moved to the floor of the boat and let the soothing voice of Ira Glass and his tales of Chicago School violence rock me to sleep.<br>
Many very uncomfortable hours later found us on Kos Island. Kos is probably going to be the least touristy of our destinations. We're planning to get out of the city and stay in another studio apartment on a quiet beach. It's Easter weekend so we're hoping to soak in some good Greek Orthodox Easter traditions and culture; we've been told that the Greek Islands are the place to be for Easter. We are very excited!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-34883205680897696152013-05-07T23:29:00.001-07:002013-05-18T01:09:24.935-07:00By Land or by SeaA bit tired of finding our own fun, we decided to be real tourists for a day and let someone bring the fun to us. We booked a tour that included a few hours exploring the volcano lip, a dip in the nearby hot springs, followed up by a sunset cruise that was described to us as"THE life affirming sunset."<br>
Turns out the most fun part of the day was actually getting to the tour company, which was waaaay down at the bottom of the caldera (look it up), and since we were running late we took the donkey taxis down. Awesome! Jake managed to be very poorly located when a certain donkey decided to relieve himself.<br>
The volcano was... hot, shocking. We were total wimps and sat in the shade for most of our allotted exploring time.<br>
The hot springs were quite an adventure, a little reminiscent of the dolphin incident. It was 5:30pm by the time we made it to the hot springs. The boat parked about 100 yards away from the springs and they told us we would have to jump in and quickly swim the rest of the way. This is a problem for two reasons. <br>
1. My aforementioned swimming abilities<br>
2. That water is cold! It is only early May, and the Mediterranean does not stay at bath water temperature all year (a fact Jake neglected to mention when planning this trip).<br>
Jake didn't think he could convince me to come along, so he hopped in the water and just left me! This total lack of faith, coupled with some serious heckling by the Japanese passengers (seriously, they were taunting me!) found me spluttering and frantically dog paddling towards warmer water. Unfortunatly, these were less hot springs and more like luke-warm springs, but at least I can say I experienced them!<br>
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<br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-4005404762497486002013-05-07T11:04:00.001-07:002013-05-18T00:58:04.235-07:00The Salad DaysWe spent 3 wonderful days on Santorini's Perissa beach, known for its black lava sand. We had a studio so we took a little break from restaurant menus and server tips and made my personal favorite, Spaghetti! (Without Mexican food around, I have learned to substitute spaghetti as my staple, which I eat on average 4-5 time a week and for multiple meals. There's nothing better than cold spaghetti straight out of the pot first thing in the morning with just a sprinkle of salt, but Jake says we can't eat spaghetti every day in Greece; he's probably right.)<br>
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<br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-46030864678499285982013-05-01T00:43:00.001-07:002013-05-01T00:50:19.555-07:00A little "winey"4/28 was a big travel day. We couldn't make reservations anywhere because the ferry website was down and we couldn't buy our tickets. After not making the 10am bus, we were able to find the only travel agent open on a Sunday morning in Nafplio. It was easy and painless and the same cost if we'd booked directly from the ferry website. After booking our "studio", we took the 2.5 hour bus to Athens, then 40 min commuter bus to the port and had dinner. The ferry was the closest thing to a cruise we'd ever been on. The ship was enormous and even had a pool (empty). It had several bars and restaurants and it seemed to be quite the event/party for most people. They appeared to have arrived several hours early to stake their claim (not knowing what to expect, Katie and I reserved specific, airline style seats). Simply buying a single drink seemed to give one the right to a couch and a table for the duration of the ride. It was six hours from Athens to Santorini. We arrived shortly before 1am. We chose a place that offered a free transfer from the ferry so it was nice not to have to worry about haggling with taxi drivers. After a day of recovery on the beach, we decided to tour some of the island's wineries. We took a public bus to the top of the caldera.. We started a winery that caters to the package crowd. It had an incredible view but was very impersonal and our tastings were brought out on a fast food tray. After snapping some photos and enjoying the sun, we decided to walk back and stop off where ever we felt along the way. We found another winery a couple blocks off the main road; small winery that boasted being the oldest in Greece. We were the only ones there and received a tour and heard about the individual wines. For one of the wines (vinsanto is only made in Santorini) the family still stomps the grapes. We continued down the road and found another that seemed to be on the cruise activity director's itinerary. We enjoyed a few more samplings and started for home. It was a bit farther than we anticipated and the island is not set up for pedestrians but the walk did us good. After a lie down and a clean up, we had some spectacular hummus at a restaurant we decided we didn't want to have our main at, but we had already ordered a half liter of house vino thinking we would stay, so after our final gulp we asked for a check. They saw our bet and raised us an enormous glass of wine each, on the house. We were the restaurant's only patrons and they knew no one like to stop at empty restaurants. We appreciated their tactic and sipped our glasses slowly (it was turning into a big day). The restaurant next door had the better menu. We decided to have A glass of wine with dinner but were informed that 2 glasses of wine was the same price as a half liter. "Just bring it". We had a delicious meal and with the check we were presented with a shot of raki each and directions to a popular nearby club that got going around midnight. We nodded enthusiastically and pretended to be full of energy and the sort of people enjoyed stuff like that. Luckily, our place was close by so our roll home didn't take long.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-14549599074550920432013-04-29T21:15:00.004-07:002013-04-29T21:15:49.418-07:00Picture is worth a Thousand Words<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01795288410877971538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107624980711693273.post-22025351220848399982013-04-27T00:53:00.000-07:002013-04-27T00:53:10.795-07:00MeteoraWe went to the Acropolis. Had a lovely morning walking around. That evening we ate at a rooftop restaurant with a view of the Acropolis lit by spot lights.<br />
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It seems all the information on the domestic bus service is only available as a pay service and only by phone and only in Greek. Very strange and very frustrating. Of course, someone posted the info online but it still took some research and trust. I (Jake) lost my city bus ticket so we were in a bit of a rush to the national bus station (Katie in tow, with only one eye working.) We made it just time and welcomed the comfortable, air conditioned, one-person-per-seat bus. It was am uneventful but scenic ride to Kalambaka. We had arranged a budget hotel that turned out to take its adjective very seriously. The room was not as advertised but we were able to switch and get an arguable "mountain view". We found out that we should look more closely for "24 hour hot showers" when booking and though the website said we'd get breakfast, we had to fight for it and only then did we get one slice of ham and one slice of cheese to share and yesterday's coffee. The reason we (and the town and the hotel) are here is because of Meteora, a complex of monasteries atop spires of rock. It's clear the town is solely supported by tourism and therefore the hotel. When we asked about public transportation to the top, we were told it wasn't running contrary to our guidebook. We found out it was running but of course, after it had made its only morning run. We sprung for a taxi that didn't break us but I'm still stinging from the misinformation. We had great time exploring a few of the monasteries, having a picnic with a wonderful view and hiking down.<br />
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