Our trip is coming to a close. We’re now on vacation from traveling, enjoying island life on Bozcaada. We’ve escaped the world of tour bus clogged streets, carpet sellers encouraging “friendship,” men scowling at teenaged girls without headscarves and showing exposed wrists, waiters peddling tables, and crowds of milling tourists. There are few English speakers here, staff or tourist–save for the Conde Nast journalist and her entourage staying at our hotel. S is swimming in the ocean a coupe of times a day; we spend our afternoons drinking Turkish tea and playing backgammon in the shade. I will take no photos here, the better to enjoy a rest. Rather, I’ll share a selection from the album Random Impressions. Thanks for being there as I traveled. Your open hearts helped me open myself and take the journey deeper. See you soon. With much love. Michelle
Shot list: shoulder bag shop, Sirince; shed storage, Bergama; swing set, Selçuk; broom made from bush tied to stick, spa resort, Pamukkale; the nut roaster, Konya; Ottoman-style housing, Sirince; those (even darker) toes again, shot in a puddle of mineral water in the travertine protected area, Pamukkale.