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Anxious thoughts of the future have kept me from sleep tonight. Granted, it is hard enough to sleep on a minibus, but it is even harder when my mind is full of things I have to do when I get home next month. It has finally dawned on me that we're really going ot be in Boston soon, and I can even be excited about seeing people, throwing parties, checking craigslist.orgt for jobs and apartments, and rummaging through my boxes in the basement--but those same thoughts make me very tense.
I was not tense in Antalya. I was calm and content as we wandered the streets of the Old Town, petting cats, sitting at cheap cafes watching the sea, and bargaining for a new backgammon set. Scott and I were so relaxed, in fact, that we waited until the last minute to get our act together and booked the bus to Marmaris, the ferry from there to Rhodes, and a hotel.
Maybe that's why I'm here now, exhausted and homeless with huge bags under my eyes. When we realized that the only bus to Marmaris arrived at midnight, and the only ferry to Rhodes left at 6:00 in the morning, I don't know how we decided that we could sleep on the beach. We've been wandering the streets of Marmaris for hours now, looking for a safe, cheap place to sleep--the hostel recommended by our guidebook doesn't exist, the other pensions are pricy and won't bargain for 3 hours sleep, and the beach is full of scavangers--and now we've snuck into a hotel lobby praying for a couple hours sleep before they decide to kick us out.
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