We were all feeling a bit run down from all the fasted paced travel over the past couple of weeks and decided to extend a day at the delightful hotel in Pamakkale to relax.
While eating breakfast, we noticed the owner of the hotel, along with a couple of the women who work there, picking olives. We jumped right in and asked if we could join them. While they thought it was crazy that we wanted to pick olives they quickly included us and even gave us a lesson in olive making. (A long and patient process!)
Talking as we picked olives the owner of the hotel suggested we visit the local mud baths, thermal pools and sauna, warning that it wasn’t fancy or geared for tourists. Perfect!
After a quick trip to purchase train tickets for our eventual overnight ride to Istanbul, we spent the late morning and early afternoon catching up on journals, blog posts, reading, math and Latin before heading off for the mud baths. After getting a bit lost, we finally found ourselves bouncing down a dirt road and then a dirt path towards the baths. Initially unsure when we saw the place we decided to plunge ahead and glad we did. While being buried in hot mud isn’t necessarily fun, it was an interesting experience that none of us would have wanted to miss. That, along with seeing others arrive and nod and smile at our foreigner status was worth the price of admission.
While Theo was too young for the mud part, he gamely played photographer in the sweltering room and joined us in the very hot thermal pools and sauna for the couple of minutes we could tolerate. Very relaxed, we headed back to the hotel for an early dinner and bed time.
(In a side note, I alone had rallied for continued travel, but have been thrilled with the outcome of slowing down, which we have continued to do over the last couple of days. Hopefully, I’ve learned my lesson.)