May 18^th

Oren – a little town at the Aegaen sea, near the old town of Milas. The Greek name of Oren is Keramos and that means broken pottery. We are in ancient land and the same time a place where the people are used to tourists = we are moving around freely. Oren is the home of my German Turkish friend Niluefer who built her dream, a guesthouse a few years ago. She has built this place with her own ideas, her own workers and much of it with her own hands.

For me, Oren is a love song to the lovely smell of pine trees in the noon sun, the bird chants in the morning, the oleander, the golden broom, hollyhocks, orange, lemon and olive trees, roses and jasmin, still Amaryllis besides daisies and then the desert cactus that decided to bloom in the last night before we left again. My first swim in the sea this year and an ongoing bath of my eyes in colors. Fatima and I are going shopping on the markets and stroll around the ancient ruins in the fields of Oren. I am happy to see Niluefer again but also sad to see that the price-dumping practice in the tourist industry and of course the altogether economic down has given my friend hard times. She is a not only the owner of a little paradise, she is also a talented cook. Highly to recommend if you are looking for an individualized quiet vacation in a cultural meaningful area.  Here it is:

www. Kaplumbaga-hotel.com