A Fantastic Place to Eat

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Our cruise had a scheduled stop in Kusadasi, Turkey for visiting ancient Ephesus. We signed up for a 4-8 person tour of the historical, Christian sites in the area. As it turned out, we were the only ones that signed up for the tour. What a great deal! For the price of a group tour, we had a guide and driver all to ourselves.

It was one of those days that you remember long after you return home. If we didn’t have the pictures, we might doubt that it had ever happened. Seeing the remains of Biblical Ephesus and the other sites has given us a greater understanding of the Bible. Now when we read about Ephesus, we have pictures to put with it.

One of the things that really made the day was the lunch stop. Our guide asked us if we had any preferences or dislikes and we told him we wanted to try some local foods. He knew just the place. Bizim Ev Hanimeli Restaurant is buffet style serving Turkish food cooked by “Mama”. So many dishes with yogurt, eggplant, zucchini! Did I say that is was fantastic? It was all so good. They have two eating areas: one they seem to steer the tourist groups to and the other seems to be for the locals. You can buy Mama’s cookbook on their website. Sitting outside in the sunshine with the hanging strings of garlic, onions, dried red peppers, and dried eggplant eating food unlike any I had ever eaten was amazing.

Hmm, I might be seeing a pattern here. It seems like I might really enjoy sitting outside, in the sunshine eating or drinking coffee.

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Cow Bells & Other Stuff

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Somewhere I read about buying a cow bell at the street market in Nev┼čehir, Turkey and I determined then and there that I must have my very own Turkish cow bell. As my husband and I always enjoy the local markets it really wasn’t any trouble to visit it.

The market wasn’t a disappointment. The aisles of colorful fruit and vegetable displays made me wish that we had a kitchen so that I could take some home and cook. Then there were the cheese merchants with their cheeses in 5-gallon buckets (though I don’t suppose they are called 5-gallon buckets there). The egg sellers with stacks and stacks of crated eggs. Clothing, do-dads, tools, sunflower seeds, a few used things. They had everything there. I bought a beat-up, old metal colander that hangs in my kitchen and adds a lot of character.

I finally found a box of cow bells sitting in a corner. Neglected! Poor things. You might not be aware of it, but the important thing when making the decision on which cow bell to purchase is how it sounds. It must be just right. Quickly the three men at the booth found more bells and were helping me ring them. I finally found the perfect sounding bell and we negotiated the price. I looked back as we were walking away, and the men were busy hanging bells from everywhere that they could hang one from. They were no longer sitting neglected in a box. They had no idea that women would come all the way from the United States to ring and buy their bells.

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