After a wonderfully warm day in Efes, we took a two lira bus up the side of a mountain to Şirince, a small town famous for its fruit wines. We had a delicious Turkish meal while the sun set over the mountains. Catherine was oddly amazed by the black and white goats playing in a field on a nearby mountain (she's from New York City, I have no other explanation... also she supports interracial relationships). After dinner we frolicked about the tiny town and Melissa and I bought flower crowns from an adorable babushka weaving them on the street. Maybe the flowers went to our head (HA! Get it?), but when we discovered the town's backstreets lined with the most picturesque cottages, we somehow convinced ourselves that we were characters in a Turkish fairy tale.
I'm still convinced.
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