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in Asia now, but as we drive along the coast, the landscape is
Mediterranean, full of olive trees and vineyards overlooking the
beautiful Aegean Sea.
e next day, we drive up to Demircidere Village in the moun-
tains, surrounded by pine nut trees. A line of women, from all
generations, dressed in colourful headscarves and sequined
clothing greets our coach. We break off into small groups and are
welcomed to their modest homes for lunch and homemade wine.
Even though we don't speak each other's language, there is still
communication. Mom is sprightly and quick to give hugs and the
daughter is all smiles. She braids my hair and pins evil-eye beads
onto my shirt. Grapes hang above the garage where their tractor
is parked; baby basil grows outside the doorway.
In the morning we head to Ephesus, the largest tourist
draw in the country – and for good reason. is great city, built
