Turkey

Well, I'm going back to my roots. Turkey is my real home, I'm proud to be a Turk. Before I got to stare at the mountains and enjoy real Turkish delights, I had to travel 21 hours to get there. Flying was indefinitely the worst part, especially the security. Waiting for 3-4 hours for your flight, then sitting in an awkward position on a plane over seas.
     This isn't about how miserable my flight was, this is about my stay in Turkey. Staying with the Turkish family in the summer home on a mountain, walking one mile to the beautiful soccer field staring at the roofs of many other homes. The communication was easy, I fit in better in Turkey than I did in the States. I still dream of the unbelievable food, unforgettable. Last but not least, the people, everyone in Turkey was kind to everyone, things were so local, it felt like a community.