I love long soaking baths.
Reading about the authentic Turkish bath makes me yearn for turkey – or maybe I am just having a Thanksgiving flashback.
I had heard rumours that you had to be naked and that you’d be scrubbed so hard you would nearly bleed. Yet, I was curious what all of the fuss was about with hammams, or Turkish Baths.
When I came to Turkey the first time in 2014, I had wanted to go but hadn’t found time. I was scared to go alone and vowed I would do it when I returned. Here it is, one year later and I’ve lived to tell the tale.
The local family that I was staying with in Fatih, a local community within the overflowing metropolis of Istanbul, asked if I was interested in visiting the Turkish Baths. They explained that their neighbour owned one and he would be happy to have me visit. I anxiously and tentatively said yes, and arranged to go the next day.
The owner of the hammam met me at…
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Thanks so much for the reblog Steve. I’m thrilled that you enjoyed it and felt it worthy of a share. Much thanks!
My pleasure Shari. My wife and I have BOTH put take-a-bath-in-Turkey on our bucket list.