Urgent

I told myself I wasn't staying in Bozcaada for more than two weeks and on the 14 th day I said, "I'm out of here before I lose my sanity!" What have I've been thinking, running around with this young Turk? One more day here and I know I'd never leave.

After another long night with him I went back and packed suddenly. Then ran over to Lisa's to tell her goodbye. People were already loading up on the ferry. Rush rush. I had this urgency.

I'm really going to miss Lisa the most but I have been foolish and have to move on. I have to regardless if I want to get anywhere. As you guys have probably gathered, because of my speed it's doubtful that I make it to Tajikistan.

I'm in Avyalik, another charming little town. I found the only European style coffee shop here. Unbelievable because even tiny Bozcaada had several. The Germans that own it just came back from Germany bringing with them all these pork products, smoked ham and sausages and different mustards and horseradishes. They invited me to join them for these snacks along with beer and German wine. I'm so lucky I can't believe I'm eating pork in Turkey. I guess no one in the U. S or Canada is. Still I'm not staying long. I'm taking the ferry to Lesbos tomorrow. Maybe I'll become one.