You speak english too?!

I met Americans! It seems a little hypocritical to say you are running away to see the world, and yet flock with glee toward the sound of a midwest accent, but I was getting really tired of not being able to communicate. So when I was out on my own in a crazy crowded party town, and heard English, I took advantage of it. Excruciatingly, I bumped into the first Americans I have found in Turkey at a bar called "The White House." Of course.

We got drizza drunk. Boys hit on German girls. I left on my own and ended up meeting the Turkish guy my mother warned me about (quite literally). But the next night the Americans actually called me to invite me to go on a boat trip with them. So I went.

These trips are pushed hard here in Bodrum, and basically you get on a boat in the morning, and they tool you around to different picturesque locations and you swim and lay in the sun and they blast the same thumping pop music on repeat. But it still rocked. I swam, I tanned, I laughed. It was nice.
Tolga and some crazy dude cutting up sea urchines, which i was warned not to eat because they were "Viagra."

Chrissy and Timur jump off the boat into the BLUE water.

Okay... so obviously these boat trips aren't a secret or anything.

This picture is purely meant to point out how gorgeous the water was. With goggles on you could see all the "creatures." Beautiful.

This is kind of what our boat looked like. Most of our jumping then happened from that top level. Also one cliff face we found.

I ended up hanging out with them a couple more times. It felt safe and comfortable, which are feelings I've lacked lately. Its nice to have people who want to take shots around! Last night we went out in Bodrum, and I ended up taking the very last "mini bus" back to Gumusluk (a 40 minute ride). I walked in slightly before 6 am to find Guner rummaging about in the kitchen. When I niavely asked what he was doing up at that hour, he reminded me that he gets up that early every morning. Oh.