So on Day Two July 20 we wake up. My room is cool. Kathy's room was cool. Sean, Gretchen and Forrest had a non-working A/C and were understandably too tired at 2:30 AM to do anything about it. I dressed and walked out onto the street, turned left and walked 100 ft to the edge of the inlet. Boats parked along the side. Across the river and up the side of the mountain was this sight: Lycian ruins of ancient tombs carved into the sides of the cliff to receive the bodies of the wealthy and the royal. These tombs are everywhere along this south coast of Anatolia. The Lycians were 6th Century BCE and recorded in Egyptian and Hittite writings. The Dalyan river is what I am looking over and above me on the other side of the mountain lie the ruins of Kaunos.
The ancient city looks out over what was once its port. One of the themes of many of these coastal cities is that they are no longer coastal. Centuries of silt washing down the rivers have pushed the coast further away. Examples are Kaunos, Ephesus and Troy, all allowing a view of the ocean but now several kilometers away.
We pack the car and head for Fetiye.
Fetiye is where we will meet up with our Turkish family. But first we have to find our housing. This is a challenge. Large and legible street signs are unknown in Turkey. What signs there are are perched in mysterious places on the sides of buildings, under overhanging foliage, of posts parallel to the route you are driving. The font is about the size that you could read from a donkey cart but not from a car traveling at even a slow speed. It is hard. Streets sometimes do not connect. When the street reappears the numbering may start all over again. Sean had smartly loaded some maps into his smart phone and these were a help. Our "villa" was supposed to be near the town square; problem is: the town square is filled with the weekly market with tents, awnings, stalls and hundred of people. 95 degrees out but time to get out and walk looking for an address. Found!
Gretchen found our villa through AirB&B. Perfect. Pool, kitchen, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, washer, dryer, balconies outside each bedroom, the living room and the kitchen. Really nice.
After we settled in, we went to explore the open market. The cheese seller with maybe eleven kinds of fresh sheep and goat cheeses. The produce stands with fresh, RIPE, tree grown fruit, nuts, watermelons, spices. My first task was to find a gift for Beth and I got her some Turkish pantaloons from this seller. Loaded with fruits and cheeses, vegetables, gorgeous tomatoes we went back to prepare snacks for our arriving guests. 
Forrest met his Turkish Cousins. Here with Cem and Marcus.
After getting acquainted and reacquainted, having some snacks and swimming in the pool, the 15 loaded into cars to go into the main part of Fetiye to see the town and to have dinner. Here are Sean and Gretchen at the portside in Fetiye. We enjoyed a great dinner of traditional Turkish cooking. We thought it was all excellent but were not aware that the Mantı was substandard. Hatice was upset and promised to cook us proper Mantı (a kind of small ravioli). It was really great to be drinking Efes beer again and to try Efes Dark, a brew that was new to me. We said good night and we headed back to our villa and Atılgan et al. went to their resort area a little further out of Fetiye.
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