And so, you visited Ephesus, on the ancient coast of Ionia, browsing books in the Library of Celsus.
You wandered through large ionic columns in Jerash, the chariot marks of the Oval Forum and Cardo visible at your feet.
You then climbed Mount Alban to the rise of its 2,200 terraces, βGrand Plazaβ shadowed from the sun, where the ritualistic games often meant death.
"How was your walk?" I asked upon your return.
"Substantial," you said falling back into bed. "But not as tangible as my life with you."