definitely a misadventure meeting astrid kerr at the grubby and small-town izmir airport with its counterintuitive layout.
"A Comedy Of Errors," i said.
"have you actually read that play?" said she, twenty straight hours of travelling, four connections, and a seven hour stop in gatwick, all of this with an injured knee. "it's not actually very funny."
"no, i haven't." (pause) "but i guess All's Well That Ends Well."
"have you actually read _that one?"
in truth i do not much like plays, i prefer novels.
from izmir to selcuk. selcuk is one of the major tourist attractions in turkey because of the nearby ruins of ephesus. because so many tourists come to visit, and competition is fierce for their business, hotel rates are cheap even in the high season and many of the hotels and hostels offer all sorts of little incentives to sweeten the deal.
so, arriving in selcuk, and having phoned ahead to stay at a little campground and hotel called Attila's Getaway, we stepped off the bus to find attila there waiting for us with a shuttle to take us in to his resort which was a few minutes removed from the town. 
once we got there, deep breath and the resort was conducive to deep breathing and a cup of tea. the van pulled in and stopped, and we stepped around the corner into a view of the blue-bottomed pool and the little patio with covered decks and low cushions where we would each lunch. the pool was framed on two sides by plaster columns, and rose gardens, and you could look out the other way to an open vista of patchy mountains with round shapes of pine and more linear straight up and down shapes.. there was a bar with water pipes and austrailian kitsch that hung unobtrusively -- flags, koala bears, a kangaroo crossing sign. bamboo wind chimes, and several backgammon boards as well as checkers and chess. at the head of the pool was a doric statue holding a vessel from which water poured making ripples across the water. at the other end was a stone fountain that ran into a little channel and under a foot bridge to empty into the pool, also making ripples. in the mornings when the fountains were off and the water was still, little forked-tail swallows would circle over the pool then quickly swoop in for a splash. blue cat paw prints on the cement pavestones from where a cat once walked in the wet paint at the bottom of the pool.
