воспоминания о Турции memories of Turkey

I'm looking at old pictures... Turkey... Probably every self-respecting vacationer has visited Turkey at least once)))
Some of the acquaintances seriously do not consider Turkey as a foreign country: "our Turkey, this year in Turkey... " - so often heard at general gatherings...
For us, Turkey began with the first joint trip - me, husband, child (the child was 4 years old at that time).
The hotel and resort were chosen for a long time, and, since they were slightly limited in funds, they settled on Imbat, it seems like with a normal price-quality ratio. Kusadasi liked the greenery and the description of the climate, the fact that the resort was advertised as a family resort (in which, in fact, they were not disappointed))
They flew out of Minsk, arrived at night, met and drove almost immediately, the porter ruined a dollar, they were sleepy, they resisted little...

They settled in the hotel right away, I remember that they gave something upon check-in, I don’t remember how much, but the room was overlooking the sea and cruise ships in the haze of the morning sea delighted the eye throughout the vacation))))))))
Turkey and the climate did not disappoint, we walked, went on excursions (we found a nice agency not far from the hotel, "made friends" with the owner and bought everything from him, he never deceived me, although the "cool" windowless bus that took us from the water park amused)) )))
I was not impressed only with a tour of the villages, I hardly remember the nuances, but it was corny boring and more was expected...
The hotel itself is small, the food is not bad, but the waiters obviously couldn't cope (at least that was the case in 2008, maybe that has changed. . . )
The whole rest they tried to catch or at least find out what kind of miracle animal squeals so piercingly... Found quite by accident... Cicada))))))))))))))
We laughed for a long time. In terms of the volume of the sound emitted, there should have been at least a hippopotamus)))))
In general, we had a good rest. . .
Although... sometimes the service left much to be desired. They did not hesitate to clean the room in our presence, although they apologized, they constantly did not count the towels... Enough, in short.
We were not particularly indignant, but they didn’t let him sit on his head either.
I liked the city, I would live in such a couple of summer months))))