Why I Write About Turkey

When my husband, Arthur, and I returned from Greece, the only place I wanted to visit was Turkey. The benevolent friends who loaned us their home in Monemvasia in the Peloponnese traveled back and forth to Turkey frequently. Something about their tales inspired me to begin an investigation into a trip that would take us on an adventure we had not found anywhere before or since. Arthur was not terribly interested in Turkey at first. “Why do you want to go there,” he asked. “Why not France or Spain?” “I’ve already been to France and Spain,” I retorted with a bit of arrogance. “Let’s do something completely different.” Arthur’s Greek friend pleaded with him, “Please don’t go to Turkey, I beg you.” Of course, Arthur immediately reported this to me. My response was...

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