I guess the Black Sea is alright

Little waves in the mid-afternoon, big waves in the early evening, peaches and bread made by Yildis' mother (Yildis, about my age, runs the rustic hotel where we stayed -- for nothing rather than $480 lira per night for a couple -- and is a total sweetheart) and the Turkish equivalent of the beer-that-is-everywhere, on the beach, as the sun went down... Slept in tents and then outside when the morning sun made the tents too hot...
Anna and I wanted to swim to Crimea, but then it was just so nice floating in the clear water and lying on the sand (and getting a little sunburnt...) and playing backgammon and eating bread and cheese. Next time.