Bodrum.. Here I come

As we sit in the plane,  the third passenger next to us huddles into her seat. She is a chatty young lady. Immediately, she starts telling us her life story. She has done a lot for her age, 38 she offers without us asking.  Aygün is nice enough to listen and nod her head in agreement about the stuff she talks about. I am not interested.

I wake up to a million dollar view of Bodrum from my short nap. Blue skies, the Aegean, so picturesque!  It is a bit chilly outside. This place is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. There is not much to say, I am in Bodrum.

Morning starts with a nice breakfast. later Aygün goes off to run errands and I work the phones. It is amazing that I have so many friends in this little town. Each is from a different era of my life. This is too emotional. I am not sure how to handle each. I have my cousin Ahmet who is a well known veterinarian in Bodrum. I have not seen for many years. He has a 5 year old son whom I am looking forward to meet. That connection is from my childhood.

I have another high school friend living in Bodrum whom I haven't seen since the school days. There is a couple who has been our friends since we just got married. That means pre-America days. I  feel tired already thinking about the emotional ride I have to take.