As our bus meanders through the mountains to Pamukkale the road is flanked with oleander bushes. We exit the bus and remove our shoes to wade through the travertine hot springs. It seems appropriate as already I am sensing that this is a holy place. This is the site of the ancient city of Hierapolis, which means sacred city.
We wander through the cemetery (necropolis). In the northern section alone there are over twelve hundred sarcophagus, mausoleums, and funeral mounds. The wind starts to blow, we hear the thunder roll in the distance, but still we are the last four to leave. I pray that we honour our living profoundly as they have honoured their dead.
You are Always in our Prayers ... Love Mom & Dad