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In Europe I always felt like I had trouble finding a place a to eat, that no one took a single diner like me seriously. In Turkey, I had the opposite problem. I couldn't walk by a restaurant without someone handing me a menu and trying to get me to come inside. I ate in Turkey. I ate a lot. I ate an amazing meal at at Haci Abdullah restaurant, doner kebap on the street (surrounded by cats), stuffed eggplants, traditional Turkish breakfasts, and even some Turkish delight on a moonlit night...

Pamukkale was cold. And rainy. I guess that's what you can expect when exploring a country on its off season. There's a reason tourists flock to places in summer: the weather is more cut out for exploring. I spent my first day in town with a woman on her 45th birthday. She was from LA and worked in television and movies. We went off to explore Hierapolis and the Pamukkale travertines which were, really, the only reason to visit the town...

I want a Turkey sandwich. Turkey, mayo, swiss, on white bread. (I don't like vegetables on my sandwiches.) It's a weird craving to have, especially since I'm a hot lunch kind of girl, but it was the only thing my food-poisoned brain could think of that sounded appetizing. Unfortunately turkey clubs aren't standard fare here in Turkey. Ironic, eh? I was homesick on my last day in Cappadocia. Mostly because I was still nauseous and just wanted that turkey sandwich and had to settle for crackers. Partly because it was the day of the annual Music Box Massacre 24 hour horror film fest back...