Meet Mr. Fine Ass.
(He was not nearly as enthusiastic about this video as I was)
Mark has a remarkable ability to sit quietly and let a place come to him.
If Termessos had an official color palette...it would be gray stone, deep green pines, and these impossible yellow flowers.
I love the moments where history suddenly becomes... normal.
We were halfway up the theater when one of us stopped and said,
“Wait... is that a bench?”
Then we noticed another one.
And another.
We finally realized that we’d stumbled onto the ancient world’s version of a VIP section.
These gravestones have stood on this mountainside for more than 2,300 years.
Long before Rome reached its height.
Long before the United States existed.
It’s hard to wrap your brain around that kind of time.
Every pile of rubble has a story hiding inside it.
This is the necropolis. More than 2,300 years ago, families walked these same paths to say goodbye.
The longer you look...the more impossible the craftsmanship becomes.
Nobody puts flowers in the travel brochures but they should.
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