Dear Sir/Madam,
When I started on this sudden journey, I had no idea how much my perception of the world would change. I traveled 28 hours by bus to Kusadasi with many unknown faces who will play a significant role by the end of this story of mine. I can write you a book about my experiences in Turkey, which, believe me, is not difficult, because every visitor needs only a little peek into its soul to remain enchanted forever. Therefore, I will do my best to convey at least one part of it in a couple of pages. Kusadasi is a cute little seaside town. It has its own soul, as befits a coastal town with a beautiful promenade by the sea and beaches. Its narrow streets paved with white marble are full of music coming from street musicians, quirky souvenir shops, carpet shops, teahouses full of various herbs, intrigued tourists and interesting vendors. The smell of tempting Turkish sweets such as baklava and alvi can be felt, spreading and creeping into every nook and cranny of the city. Of course, I tried my best to experience everything that a tourist can. I entered many souvenir shops attracted by the glittering lamps and candlesticks, which is not uncommon here. Yes, I tried all possible sweets in one of the stores, but I just had to. Okay, I brought some and I don't even know how to get them home. I drank tea and ate baklava, don't worry. Well, I also tried the ice cream that they take out of your hands, dondruma, made of salep powder and mastic and very interestingly strange structure. I also went to the small pirate peninsula of pigeons known as Güvercinada and its ancient fortress. Kushadasi was named after him (Kush - bird, ada - island). But what left the biggest impression, the place where I left a part of myself, is Pamukkale. I fought a battle within myself whether to visit them or not, because there are rumors that they have dried up and are not what they used to be. Not knowing what to expect, I went on a 4-hour trip alone to see this natural wonder, even if the stories were true. To say that the cotton castle knocked me off my feet is an understatement. On the way to them, you have to pass the beautiful cotton fields of the town of Denizli, and then the remains of the ancient city of Hyeapolis, which are rich in history. The Temple of Apollo and Pluto, the Gate of Domitius, the massive and well-preserved Roman amphitheater are just a small part of those remains. In addition, there is a whole museum full of objects that carry great value from those times. It is even said that Cleopatra enjoyed the riches of this city. After visiting the museum, amphitheater and Cleopatra's bath, white calcium travertines suddenly appeared in front of me. My breath caught in my throat. There, in front of me, lay a view that cannot be conveyed either by words or by the movement of a brush. It has to be experienced. Feel that white stone under your feet, that healing water the color of the sky, all that scene created by the best artist of all - nature. She never ceases to amaze me with her gift. It makes this world such a wonderful place to live. All in all, Pamukkale is definitely a place that you should definitely experience if you have the chance. This time I didn't get to visit the famous ancient city of Ephesus, Istanbul and Cappadocia, which only means that I will be back soon to write more postcards from this wonderful country. Until the next postcard,
Theodora
When I started on this sudden journey, I had no idea how much my perception of the world would change. I traveled 28 hours by bus to Kusadasi with many unknown faces who will play a significant role by the end of this story of mine. I can write you a book about my experiences in Turkey, which, believe me, is not difficult, because every visitor needs only a little peek into its soul to remain enchanted forever. Therefore, I will do my best to convey at least one part of it in a couple of pages. Kusadasi is a cute little seaside town. It has its own soul, as befits a coastal town with a beautiful promenade by the sea and beaches. Its narrow streets paved with white marble are full of music coming from street musicians, quirky souvenir shops, carpet shops, teahouses full of various herbs, intrigued tourists and interesting vendors. The smell of tempting Turkish sweets such as baklava and alvi can be felt, spreading and creeping into every nook and cranny of the city. Of course, I tried my best to experience everything that a tourist can. I entered many souvenir shops attracted by the glittering lamps and candlesticks, which is not uncommon here. Yes, I tried all possible sweets in one of the stores, but I just had to. Okay, I brought some and I don't even know how to get them home. I drank tea and ate baklava, don't worry. Well, I also tried the ice cream that they take out of your hands, dondruma, made of salep powder and mastic and very interestingly strange structure. I also went to the small pirate peninsula of pigeons known as Güvercinada and its ancient fortress. Kushadasi was named after him (Kush - bird, ada - island). But what left the biggest impression, the place where I left a part of myself, is Pamukkale. I fought a battle within myself whether to visit them or not, because there are rumors that they have dried up and are not what they used to be. Not knowing what to expect, I went on a 4-hour trip alone to see this natural wonder, even if the stories were true. To say that the cotton castle knocked me off my feet is an understatement. On the way to them, you have to pass the beautiful cotton fields of the town of Denizli, and then the remains of the ancient city of Hyeapolis, which are rich in history. The Temple of Apollo and Pluto, the Gate of Domitius, the massive and well-preserved Roman amphitheater are just a small part of those remains. In addition, there is a whole museum full of objects that carry great value from those times. It is even said that Cleopatra enjoyed the riches of this city. After visiting the museum, amphitheater and Cleopatra's bath, white calcium travertines suddenly appeared in front of me. My breath caught in my throat. There, in front of me, lay a view that cannot be conveyed either by words or by the movement of a brush. It has to be experienced. Feel that white stone under your feet, that healing water the color of the sky, all that scene created by the best artist of all - nature. She never ceases to amaze me with her gift. It makes this world such a wonderful place to live. All in all, Pamukkale is definitely a place that you should definitely experience if you have the chance. This time I didn't get to visit the famous ancient city of Ephesus, Istanbul and Cappadocia, which only means that I will be back soon to write more postcards from this wonderful country. Until the next postcard,
Theodora
