It's all Kas, baby...

We left the Ghost Town of Kayakoy behind the hills and headed over to the next valley to the smallish and delightful town of Kas.  Freeze frame: white-washed houses on the hills, burned salmon-pink from the sunset to the west.  Below, canoes and sailboats and yachts and schooners floated and bobbed in a tiny harbor.  The water glows green and blue and pale yellow...

A three year(ish) old straddles his tricycle and does his best impression of Fred Flintstones... round and round the statue of Ataturk with one hand in pocket and the other... cue Alanis Morisette.

I spent the last two days on the beach: white pebbles trickling into a multi-hued sea.  In the mornings, I hitched a ride out with one of the pension boys to the shore, about two kilometers outside of town, set up my umbrella and beach chair and fall asleep to the sounds of Jump Little Children.  Then around one, I think. Think about new characters (who are really old) for the memoir, think about autumn in New York, think about Egypt and India and Kurdistan.. think about:

• What ingredients are used the most in global cuisines? Frontrunners: tomatoes and onions.
• Why are Germans so awkward? Maybe self-loathing.
• What are the geopolitical and socio-economic ramifications of tribalism? What if there was a referendum for every single ethnic population across the world living in different nation-states for their own independent states... and the disintegration of those states was approved -- what then? Examples: Tibet, Kurdistan, Assyrian, Chaldea, Chechnya, Sri Lanka.
• Are there any other animals more annoying than mosquitoes? Maybe cats. Cats that beg for food.

Then I realized: how am I ever going to adjust to the real world ever again, when I have to think about emails in inboxes, task management, excel models, appointments (to-be-scheduled and re-scheduled), etc. 

Face with the reality that one day, those are the thoughts that I have to confront each morning, I fall back asleep.

Wake up, write some (at least three pages.. and in my handwriting, that's something), call for lunch, swim, dive, write, sleep...