A view of the damp hills of Trabzon. It could be San Francisco's sister city in the winter.
Turkish people generally have a high sense of style, but the no pants thing is a little Euro for me.
One more look, you know you like it.
A Sultan remembered by Trabzon.
One more damn shot of balloons in Cappadocia.
Check out those melons! The volcanic, porous soil in Cappadocia seemed good for growing.
Making some hot pepper paste. They leave it to roast in the sun in flat pans for a few days.
I was looking for this instrument, the kemence karadeniz, but that might be a little big to ship home.
This guys not yelling at the Black Sea. He's fishing with no pole. It was interesting to watch him reel it in with bare hands.
Work it out, and if you can't, then hug it out.
Don't be so childish, just order off the big person menu.
Courtney, little sister, I'm pretty sure I never threw a boulder at you. Not that I remember anyway.
The bread makers are everywhere here. Bread is king, and the Black Sea guys are known to be the best in Turkey.
I think you're beginning to lose your mind a little
ReplyDeleteNo, you didn't throw a boulder at me. But you did send a 3 yr old Courtney by herself down a giant hill in a red flyer wagon!
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