So 2 days after graduation my dad and I pack off for a 3 week hike in Turkey along a trail called “The Way of St. Paul”.
The trail passes through rural villages where people have never even seen a westerner, let alone a freckly one in a cowboy hat (me) with her seemingly ageless father (they couldn’t believe he was 62).
So despite the total lack of a common language, people invited us in their homes, sat us down and stuffed us full of home-cultivated goodies: cheese, olives, bread, preserves and, of course, great sugary cups of chai (tea).
Dad teased that he was glad he’d brought his young daughter along as “Chai Bait”. I say some people avoid crazy, others invite it in for tea. Either way, for me the name evokes images of a sumptuous, mysterious land that helped define my love for film, travel and adventure.