At Bilbao Airport, just before boarding, I watched the sun set through the large terminal windows. I was a bit tired from work and knew the journey ahead would be long. Despite my excitement for the week to come, the thought of spending so many hours traveling bothered me slightly because I just wanted to be in Bozcaada already! It wasn’t until well into the next day, aboard the ferry, that it dawned on me that perhaps the long (and beautiful) j…
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