Bozcaada Island


Today was waking up like in paradise… calm, fresh air, sun, a sweet breeze and with the view on the private winard.

And then to the north of the island to my favourites: wind mills 🙂

With some cliffs and beaches occasionally of course we took the hard way by using a path that was sandy. 

And the place to stay for late lunch: mhhhhhh

And on the way back, I decided to stay another night at the pension withy new friends. Since I had thought we would leave the island in the day, I was travelling the whole day with the luggage while they were cycling light:
The lonely cowboy Tanner… 🙂
And then in the evening at the old butchers for a beer