Markets

No, it's not all sex. I have been swimming almost daily, although the Turks are all wearing their winter coats. I run around in a tank top. The night's are cooler but the days have been sunny and the water is beautiful. I've gotten into water before that gave me a headache. It hasn't gotten to that point yet - far from it.

Then the markets here. There are two outrageously huge farmers markets during the week that make Pike's Place in Seattle look like a hot dog stand. I mean they are overwhelming. I go absolutely nuts. I can barely walk back to the house with my load and I've spent about six bucks. Well, slight exaggeration if I buy cheese.

I could care less about clothes. Food is my favorite thing to buy. But I only came with sundresses on this trip - another first. I have never brought a sun dress or anything resembling one on any of my trips before. Again I knew this trip was all about sex and nothing else. So like I said the weather is cool at night - too cool for sun dresses. That's okay. There is a Wednesday clothes market about the size of a shopping mall. I got two long sleave tops for $3 a piece.