The Hidden Glory of Weekends

We are all lucky to be here in Gazipasa.  To have the opportunity to come to such a beautiful part of the world and to be able to do the kinds of things that we’re doing is truly something special.  However, despite everything we do here, despite the amazing site,...

Sleep

Sleep. There could never be enough to sate this ever present hangover of exhaustion. A veneer of slowness coats every word from my mouth, becoming ever so slightly more obvious after each day, like a white plastic home security console slowly yellowing year after...

Why does archaeology even matter?

There is a reason why archaeology appeals to me; I am an intellectual glutton. I freely admit it. I have a need to ask questions and hoard as much information as I can about a variety of topics. Archaeology allows me to do both, which is deeply rewarding for me...

Hassanapalooza!

This weekend, I got to experience a wonderful Turkish tradition. Hassan, one of the Turkish archeological workers, invited our whole archeology group to his party in which all his family and friends celebrate him partaking in the military. It is required by law that...

The Cave

Saturday mornings are always filled with the exciting prospects of freedom, leisure, and exploration. The words “free day” rattle around in our heads, dizzying us with excitement as we imagine what the day holds for us. This Saturday, however, is no ordinary Saturday....