I once read a great post at http://travelswithtavel.com/ that compared traveling with falling in love.
But I would say that travel is more like dating, sometimes you want to get it over early, sometimes a one night stand is enough and sometimes you wish you could be together forever, and when you realize that you can't the goodbye becomes tearful.
Of course when traveling, there is always another "date" around the corner.
Thusly it was that when I left Istanbul it felt like a tearful breakup. The people and the city have a certain elegance, at once humble and dignified, towering and welcoming. The overwhelming sense of hospitality I have found here is both familiar and flawless.
"My Mom would like this place", I think to myself as I mutter my goodbyes.
Tomorrow I jump on a bus for the long ride to Izmir, where I will transfer to a bus to Selcuk. From there I will go to Efes (Ephesus). Mostly I blame The Siren for this arduous sojourn. She gave me a book for my birthday that chronicled The Best Places To Travel On Earth.
So off I go in search of The Ruins Of Ephesus and Merrymana . (The Virgin Mary's House)
Apparently, my next "date" is going to be hot, and if she isn't it is all Brewers fault.
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