There were about eleven of us: a table full of kids, family members, a mother, and a father. I translated back and forth between gulps of water and mouthfuls of food.
Once upon a time in Cappadocia, Nancy and I rented a scooter, took a cheap map, and explored the area nearly a decade ago. I recollect on that trip with a short piece I wrote for Nomad and Jules. I’m itching to go back.
