Left Dubai in the middle of the night, sleeping city still brightly illuminated but the streets dark and still. Trundled sleepily through rows at the airport, tumbled thankfully into plane, and slept again...
Sun accompanied, we found our taxi driver and sped from Izmir airport to the setur Kusadasi marina -- stopped along the way to buy two kilos of the most luscious mandarins (clementinas?) I have ever tasted...
Really good to be back -- we recognize friendly faces, rescue our wilting Turkish and revive it listening to the CD titled Modern Turkish.
David continues entranced by his Magic Squares, I sleep a lot, combatting swollen glands and aching ears ... which gradually recedes.
The wind howls, moans, shakes the masts, rattles the rigging, blowing warm from the south. All ths is due to change soon, apparently.
Today is David's birthday; cakeless, but plenty of succulent Turkish Delight and wonderfully fresh fruit and veg. No complaints here.
Th clouds turn pink around five o'clck. The wind drops.
I never get as much done in a day as I woud like -- have many stories bouncing in my mind, few caught and put into print!
Easier to manage with the poems, in a way...
Dark now. Full moon tonight (will rise later).
Dream of the mighty mountains of Oman...
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