An apartment of golds and blues with a ladybug-shaped pool nestled outside its doors was where we began our journey of Turkey. Many mornings were spent having brunch on the patio before lounging, swimming and chatting with Jeanette and Doug. We went for some traditional Turkish breakfasts as well with some wonderful eats although the coffee was described as a warm gritty mud. A call to prayer would catch our attention each day. Turquoise has been named from the colors of the waters in Turkey. We made our way to some wonderful beaches over winding rocky mountain roads, through marshes aboard a canopied delta tour boat, and on double-decker touring boat on a twelve island tour. We played in warm bays, snorkelled and swam with a sea turtle. Doug and Doug would manage to find a hike nearby and became known as those Canadian mountain men. As we drove to our destinations we passed mounds of roadside watermelon stands, dried-out corn and sunflower fields, and trees of pomegranate, orange, lemon, peaches and palm. A familiar sight became storks nesting upon poles, goats, sheep and donkeys. Open-air restaurants welcomed us many days where we sat in gazebos, orchards, tree forts, rooftops, riverside looking at ancient tombs in the rock and beside gentle waterfalls. We were treated to oven to hand bread each time, cold mezes, wines and syrups made from pomegranate and fish caught that day. Shopping until midnight whether in a small town, city or Turkish bazaar would bring us back to the apartment ready for our nightly ritual of Turkish tea and baklava. It has been an exquisite time with Jeanette and Doug.