|The winding narrow streets of Antalya are tucked into a
tiny cove. Our pension is delightful, near the old city wall. I play
backgammon with the 80-year-old owner, who moves my checkers if I'm not
fast enough, and picks up my dice before they stop rolling. At dusk, we
dine with elegance in the ancient fort overlooking the harbor. The
setting is so dramatic, we dine outdoors even though a storm threatens.
Thunder booms, lightning illuminates the cliffs which stretch along the
mountainous coast—a reminder that tomorrow we will begin twelve days
cruising the Mediterranean in a sailboat.
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