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Germany is a country of fascinating history, rich culture, stunning architecture, and world-class beer. Yet it is also the country that has turnstiles in restrooms (but not in metro), where water in restaurants might cost you more than beer, and where first-time visitors, if not up to speed with the ‘German way’ of doing things, make all sorts of tourist mistakes.
We wake up to a riot of sun rays. The chunk of blue Gulf of Izmir seen from our window, the rows of perky narrow buildings glued together and topped with clay roof tiles, the intermingling of exuberant exotic trees below our balcony - everything is joyfully drowning in sunlight. The warm seaside air gushes through the open window luring us outside.
The scenery transformed so suddenly, we could hardly believe our eyes. The parched desert shrubbery we saw while slogging down the rust-colored powdery path did nothing to prepare us for what awaited us down in the Indian Garden.
We catch the first glimpse of the jagged peaks while driving up the windy road to the trailhead. Smothered in the late afternoon sun and a bit of smoke (California is burning again), they resemble a theatrical stage set for a Shakespearean play - majestic, distant, surreal.