There was this guy who lived in Turgutreis, he was probably in his early twenties. He had a speech impediment and also had difficulties walking, it was as though his joints were fused together. I remember every single day, without fail, his dad would walk with him to the beach. They would always greet me when they walked past the restaurant. Then an hour or so later, they would come back and he would be all wet from swimming in the sea. His dad would hose himself and his son off and then they’d just relax in front of their house. That’s one of the reasons I like living in a country vs holidaying, you get to see the locals routines and routine acts of kindness.