Anatolia, Aegean Sea–it’s all Turkish to me!

 
Sipping strong Turkish coffee on a terrace at the furthest reach of Anatolia, over looking the Aegean Sea, I am surrounded by groups of tourists, business types and conference attendees at this 4-star resort, Altin Yunu (Golden Dolphin) in Cesme, Turkey.
‘Though new to me, Turkey’s beauty is ancient history to those who would claim it over and over again.  Located on the Urla peninsula, this was once a Hittite stronghold literally thousands of years ago.  No small wonder, it is both strategically located with bountiful resources.
Outside the front entrance of this resort is Turkey’s first windmill.  On the hills in the distance is a bevy of them, like sentinels scouting, awaiting the return of Odysseus. 
 

I am mesmerized by the constant current from the deep Mediterranean, offering a sea of peace broken only by the sparkling diamonds reflecting the sun and the lyrical tunes from a distant radio on a boat moored across the marina..  This spot is known for its windsurfing but it is off-season now, with a windless calm.  Cloudless and serene, it is the perfect backdrop for cruising seagulls, reminding me that all coastline creatures marvel at such sights.  (Now I see the connection between marvel and marvelous.)
 
It’s interesting how the cacophony of languages fade into the background when you don’t recognize the words.  Like magpies, they add richness rather than distraction.  And I feel insignificant to the hills across the bay–luring me like Sirens to take photographs that never quite do them justice.
The marina below shelters the ocean-cruisers from the mid-day sun which has lost its bite in this fresh Autumn light–perfect for lingering for just one more cup of Kafir, a blend of bitter rich coffee beans with a delectable crust of sweetness from the raw brown sugar sprinkled on top.   
Why would anyone want to leave?
There must be big money here, if the yachts moored in the marina are a watermark of such.  They provide stark contrast to the poverty we witnessed in downtown Ismir-where the refugees from Syria have congregated and rest before hopefully fleeing to a welcoming shore. Guilty about the ease that I feel; I pray that they find safety. 
Close on the horizon looms  the Greek Island, Chios, the 5th largest of the Greek islands.  It’s tempting to hop one of the yachts and explore its
 rugged coast.