Phillip and Rebecca Mefford

Isparta...     Feels like…a  leisurely game of backgammon between college students against a background of dusty  brown mountains about to be covered with snow...     Looks like…a fog of coal smoke emanating from chimneys  in the crisp Autumn air...     Smells like…rose petals  and spiced coffee and locally grown apples...     Tastes like… rose jam ,  fresh bread,  olives,  greenhouse  tomatoes , lavender tea and anything else you would want for a good Turkish breakfast...     Sounds like…the canon that burst for special occasions , Erik  Dalı  (a traditional dancing song at weddings) and the light tapping of cheap heeled shoes as people dance with huge smiles on their faces.