In the past few weeks, I’ve seen so many ruins in Greece and Turkey – they’re getting blurry in my mind.
Bits of marble, limestone, sandstone.
Various mosaics, sculptures, carvings, symbols.
Byzantine. Roman. Greek. Ottoman. Lycian. Hittite. Persian.
The ruins of Olympos in Turkey have reignited my interest in historical ruins. Why!? Because it is still nestled in nature. Trees. Shrubs. Wildlife. Simple signage. A map. Short explanation.
I felt like Indiana Jones, making discoveries for myself when I walked through the ruins by myself early in the morning. Crossing little wooden bridges. Ice cold water from the stream to cool my feet. I am my own archeologist.