Turkey: rest always

If I had the extra fifty thousand dollars, I would know how to dispose of them. Better, of course, if it were one hundred thousand, but fifty, in principle, would be enough. At least Alex, our guide and accompanying person, argued that for fifty thousand it is possible to buy one of these glorious houses that surround Cesme with a dense ring of holiday villages. Of course, the Turkish dacha is not like ours: neither you have flat potato beds, nor stunted tomatoes, nor a nesting box of a “birdhouse” type. Continue reading →