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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