Wastin' Away in Kas-aritaville

Trip Start Apr 01, 2013
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Trip End Jul 10, 2013


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Flag of Turkey  , Antalya,
Friday, April 12, 2013

(Helpful to know that this town's correct pronunciation is "coasssh" for the following blog entry. Also helpful to know the following words are sung to Jimmy Buffet's "Margaritaville.")

"Wastin' away again in Kasaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost Turkish delight,
Some people say that's it's a sa-batical to blame,
but I know,
it's all Rick Steves' fault!"

Actually it really is Rick Steves' fault! Steves advises tactical rest days throughout a trip, especially to not become museum or ancient sited-out. I chose Kas, a little beach/fishing village west of Demre, to take a day and catch up with myself. I've been charging hard since Istanbul and will again between here and Ephesus on Turkey's west coast.

Wow is Kas a Turkish version of Anytown on Florida's sunny Gulf Coast! My hotel, the Hideaway, has a rooftop bar/restaurant with a killer view (oops, excuse me, a rather expansive view, ahem) of Kas Bay, marina and the facing Greek island of Meis. I enjoyed a Turkish margarita watching the sun slip below the mountains which barely grasp the town sliding slowly straight into the sea. How often does one get to join his barmates in toasting the afternoon Islamic call to prayer with a raised margaritaville glass?! And the water! (Hey ECOT staff, the word in the upcoming sentence means "the study of the history and meaning of language") I had the philological discovery moment of the trip thus far in intuiting from whence the English word "turquoise" actually derives!!!

So I bummed around Kas with no agenda other than catching up with myself. I got the best haircut outside of Hair by Kerri's in Edwards that I've ever received. In Turkey the barber burns off the last bit of hair with flame, then massages your face, neck and shoulders before shaving you. Unbelievable experience, and then we had tea!

Walking through Turkish beach narrow streets and past shirt shops is surprisingly like walking through Floridian beach narrow streets and past shirt shops. On the marina they were preparing the boat hulls for the upcoming tourist season. The boats made me think again of my father, who walked me countless times with my brothers up and down marinas in Panama City and Tampa. I also remembered my father in law, Bill Papa, Julie's father who is recovering from mouth cancer surgery and lives with my mother-in-law Joan in retirement in the beautiful port town of Lewes, Delaware. It's funny how small a thing like the smell of salt water, the lapping of the boats against their moor ropes or the sound of a wood dock can trigger such potent emotions of gratitude. The older I become the more I appreciate how these fine men taught me to be a husband and father in what they say and by what they don't need to say. Dad and Bill, that beer on the beach is a toast to you both from a grateful son and son-in-law. You both are in my daily prayers!

I worked out in a gym, caught up on some reading and fell into a detailed conversation with a young Belgium couple who are vacationing teachers. They discovered my vocation and ended up taking my work email and this blog address, as did the female barkeeper! They were all interested in my work with couples as a priest. It's nice to be appreciated. Maybe I'm not wastin' away here after all. Rooftop sunset blessings on your changes in latitudes or changes in attitudes from an ordained pirate looking at fifty just ahead of the bow....
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Nancy on

You could just buy that boat and sail on out. Glad you are having such a wonderful experience. We actually have ten inches of snow in Vail today. The Masters is on today and the azaleas are blooming in Georgia.....the birds are singing...we will be watching. Enjoy your respite.

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