along the coast

From Antalya, we drove up the southern coast - for the week, taking our time sightseeing on our way.  We saw a lot, but it is surprising to me because we also seemed to take a long time to get going in the mornings.

Part of that is due to the Turkish breakfast.  Hotels always come with breakfast and my parents love to eat breakfast.  While Turks will separate everything, eating slowly and neatly . . . my mother represents all of America's gluttony.  She won't refuse a taste of anything, and will prepare her self several plates in order to get a piece of everything.  And she loves sauces, jams, butters . . . any sort of topping that can drown the food and drip from the corner of her mouth.
"Juice? Coffee? Milk?"
"Yes."
No "please", Sometimes a "thank you".

So our mornings were slow getting going: slow to get up, slow to get ready, slow to eat, pack, but it made it easier for me to manage getting Teoman up and ready . . .

From Antalya we drove 3 1/2 hours along the coast to Kas - our favorite spot in Turkey.  A small town, on a small peninsula with good shopping.

Breakfast in Kas

Evening in Kalkan - view
from our room

From Kas we drove only 45 minutes North to Kalkan and stayed at a beautiful and expensive hotel.

Patara beach

We stopped at Patara beach - one of the longest beaches in Turkey, where Paul the apostle had stopped.  There is an old Lycian city here too.

Gates to Patara

Then onto Olüdeniz where mom which mom wanted to see because it was on House Hunters.  It turned out to be a ghost town because it was still early in the season.  While the beach is beautiful, we didn't even drive out to it because we were too busy looking for a hotel as nice as they last one we stayed in . . .

Instead we found the trailhead to the Lycian Way.

Entrance to the 500km walking trail - the Lycian Way

We ended up staying in Fethiye (and no, the hotel wasn't nearly as nice).

our cute hotel

Then we drove to Bodrum, a hopping party city with celebs and good shopping.

shopping around Bodrum

Mom hadn't packed many nice going out clothes, and so was constantly on the hunt for clothing she could say she bought from Turkey.



Then to Kusadasi . . .