A successful trip is based on the small details. I love romantic notions. In arriving in the valley of Pamukkala, our tour guide told us of the local tradition. The father of a daughter of marrying age would put on his roof top a glass bottle filled with water. That would notify any young men in the area that she was available. If someone was interested in the daughter, they would come along and shoot down the bottle, notifying the father that he was interested. Now how romantic. It will be sad one day when modern life forgets these small traditions.
Pamukkala, "Cotton Castle," is made up of mineral pools flowing over a hill side. These mineral pools were used for many medicinal reasons, a spa to the ancient Romans. Our trip gives us another rainy day.
We would have explored more if we weren't getting drenched, but like all wet cats you stay protected under a bowery for an hour and then off to the gravesides of Hierapolis.
I explained to Dilek that grave yards are in my blood. For some reason they seem so romantic and fortuitous to many. This is basically your last step here on this earth, whatever is on your headstone, whatever is in your grave this is all you have. It doesn't matter who you were or what you had. It is a deep thought, but should be well taken for everyone.
Dilek explained that unlike the other ruins we had seen, these were black and worn because most of it had never been buried. The oxidation after many thousands of years had turned the rock to black. The graves had been robbed and the bones had either been taken or had disintegrated over time. I LOVE IT.
Off to our own personal mineral pool at our hotel.
Go figure, next day we get sun!!!!
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