Wrote this post in pen, last night in a cave hotel in Kappadokya.

At the time I was feeling relaxed and mellow. That feeling has since vanished

Slow down, you move too fast
Got to make the morning last, just
Skipping down the cobblestones,
Looking for fun and feeling groovy!

You can’t believe when I was softly singing this little Simon & Garfunkel ditty.

It was in a hot tub/jacuzzi, jets pulsing, bubbles threatenning to overflow onto the travertine floor, looking up at the chisel marks on the granite ceiling of the room of the cave hotel we’re staying in.

After the turbulence of some very emotional days, I was thinking, “This is the life!”

Couldn’t get onto the internet to post this at the time, and now, a day later, I’m feeling all riled up again.

Let’s just say that traveling with my parents isn’t like it was five years ago. They’ve aged five years and so have I. They’re not as spry as they were back then, and in fact they weren’t spry back then!

The scariest thing was coming back from viewing the ruins of Troy and seeing my mom, basically passed out in a super hot and stuffy bus. My dad sitting beside her.

It was the day of Arafat all over again and I used my firmest ‘mother’ voice on my own mother, practically scolding her, telling her in no uncertain terms, “Wake up and dring some water!”

It was pitiful the way she obeyed me. I got about 750 mls into her and she became alert.

And at the time she said she wasn’t even hot!

That scared me because the bus was stifling!

Let’s just say it was one very scary experience. Reminded me of the day of Arafat when that lady handed me a bag of vomit and asked me what to do.

One sign of dehydration is actually vomiting.

Weird, I know, but there it is.

But oh the sights we’ve seen and my parents missed!

After Troy we went to a place called Pergamon that was looted by German workers in the 1800’s.

It was oh so windy at the top of that mountain and knowing that I was standing on the foundations of the second largest library in the ancient world (the first being in Alexandria that was actually destroyed by fire) was so cool!

My parents rode up in the cable car but didn’t venture into the treacherous footing of the ruins.

It was weird. In my mind’s eye I kept pictureing a child, a little girl, scampering up the uneven steps.

Then we went to Ephesus. The ruins of which rival Petra in my estimation.

It’s werid too because there is a building in Ephesus that even looks like the famous treasury building in Petra, and like Petra, only a small portion of Ephesus has been excavated.

The library in Ephesus was called the Celsius library.

I wrote all that in the cave hotel in Kappadokya, Turkey.

It was so cool to be spending th enight in a cave that was hewn out of solid granite by ancient hands.

At least my parents are back to their chipper selves. And now I can actually enjoy the scenery.