The sea has transformed its loud, crashing, wild waves into a serene lake-like body of water tired from the hot summer. The summer haze is gone. The air is clear and where once you would see what you thought was the horizon, now you stare into another world where the people speak a different language than you and nothing is quite like here. The silhouette of Turkey lays mysteriously in the background with its city lights flickering in the late evening adding romance to the already breathtaking scenery. There are a few white puffs of clouds here and there in the sky resembling watercolor brush strokes of titanium white on a canvas of Mediterranean blue. Summer has gracefully handed autumn over to us. The smell of freshly chopped wood belongs to every village, replacing the summer scents of coconut tanning oils. Anxiously, I wait to pick oranges and mandarins and whip up a batch of fresh marmalade. After the wonderful summer months have past I admit to being ready to