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Posted by Jessica on Dec 12, 2005
Walking up the hill to the church, we see a small sign pointing to a nearby cave, indicating a ticket office. When we reach the door, a Turkish man in his 40s or 50s opens it and welcomes us. He has a weathered face filled with character, a full Turkish moustache, and a smile in his eyes.
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Posted by Tim on Dec 9, 2005
Jessica called it a "playground for grown-ups." We felt like two kids in a candy store, excitedly exploring structure after structure. We were completely alone in this alien world, having little adventures in and amongst a setting beyond anything I'd ever dreamed of as a child.
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Posted by Jessica on Dec 7, 2005
During the summers when I was young I remember walking outside of my house and seeing hot-air balloons in the sky. I used to dream of being able to fly in one of those balloons...but I never imagined that it would be over the most gorgeous landscape in all of Turkey.
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Posted by Tim on Nov 28, 2005
Jessica and I made each other a promise before we left home: we both agreed that I shouldn't propose to her during our trip. It was a promise I never ever intended to keep.










