This summer, I flew with my parents to rest in Turkey in the ancient city of Alanya. There I met a lot of foreigners, and they all spoke different languages that I could not understand. We all the family lived in a hotel. It had a cool pool with warm water and a big, winding hill. And next to it is one very small and shallow, for toddlers. Everywhere, wherever I look, large palm trees, fanciful cacti, banana, watermelon, melon plantations and thorns unfamiliar to me grew.
The city itself was remembered by my ancient fortress walls, narrow winding streets, houses with tiled roofs emphasized the color of this old city. And walking along these streets and embankment, I imagined that now from the horizon there will be a ship with real, terrible pirates. Who are sailing here to hide their looted treasures.
The sun in Turkey is hot, tender, and the Mediterranean sea is salty, blue and immense, and beautiful, large waves are rolling on its shore. In it, when the heat subsided, I bathed and played a lot.
In the evening Turkey turned into a kaleidoscope of different lights. Each hotel played a variety of Turkish music, various performances were held for children and adults. And on these warm, romantic evenings, I walked with my father and mother along the embankment and listened to the sound of the sea and looked at the sunset.
I really liked my summer and happy holidays in Turkey.