Bergama

I have to be honest. The blog is really dragging me down. I'm 2 weeks behind and it's a real struggle to keep it updated. Part of the reason is that I've been updating Instagram regularly and I feel like people are more interested in photos anyway. The other part is that I'm simply not happy with the quality of my writing on this blog. If I'm honest, I'm unable to really dedicate myself to writing posts that I feel properly describe our experiences. That said, I don't want to give up on the blog because it is a good digital journal of our travels. This brings me to my plan. 

I am going to use this place to post photos with brief captions. You'll get to see what we are up to and I won't stress out so much. And hopefully I'll get some of the hundreds of photos off my camera and phone. How's that sound? 

Next up, Bergama, Turkey, where we visited Pergamon and met a hilarious old man and his son. 

Arch at Pergamon, looking down over the modern city of Bergama. 

Amphitheater on the side of the mountain was enoous and gorgeous. Getting up and down the stairs might be a bit tricky for some. 

Gorgeous old ruins at the top of the mountain. 

It's awe-inspiring to imaging how these columns were built and how - after thousands of years - they are still standing. 

One of the many kittens in Bergama. Though cats are considered vermin and certainly not cute, cuddly animals in Turkey, these little guys curled right up on the rugs were irresistible. 

Our hotel was next door to a Turkish rug shop. I wandered down to the hotel to meet Preston after looking around town and he was no where to be found. A sweet older gentleman had been sitting outside the rug shop most of the day and he chuckled to himself as I passed: "We've stolen your husband and sold him!" He declared with a twinkle in his eye. He indicated behind him into the shop and I stepped in to see Preston sitting comfortably among the rugs, sipping tea with the man's son. The man just giggled from outside.