One of the students that I work with in one-on-one therapies at the center is particularly challenging for me. I don't know her particular diagnosis, but from what the teacher says, this 18 year old student has the mind of a one-year old. It took me a while to realize that the student was actually there for therapy with the teacher, because the teacher completely ignored her. Her thought is that the student has the mind of a one-year old, and therefore cannot learn, so it's not worth trying. This breaks my heart, because I believe that every student can learn. Up till now though, I haven't been faced with a situation that tests my belief. I know that this student has a lot to learn, but I've had a hard time knowing where to start. Normally during her therapy time (2 hours), she sits in a chair and does her version of twiddling thumbs. For the last couple sessions, I have tried to capture her attention, and evoke a response from her, but I have so far not seen results. Today though, after 20 minutes of playing "catch" with me, she reached for the ball!!!!! Three times!!! And the best part is, the teacher saw her interacting, and I hope, hope, hope, that she will take an interest and work with the student. That totally made my day, and deserves a big hurray for the student!

While we're on the subject of hurray... I live in the area of Antalya called Fener, which means lighthouse or lantern. It is named for the lighthouse that graces one of the rocky outcroppings of the cliffs. This is a view of the lighthouse, taken from Verna's porch. That deserves a hurray too!






On the second day we took a tour that was well worth the 50 lira. We started with a panoramic view of Goreme's fairy chimneys and valleys, then hiked in the Ihlara Valley. This was the most amazing part of the whole day! I have been missing the fall colors in Antalya - everything stays green here. But in Cappadocia, fall colors were everywhere! The hike through Ihlara followed a quiet river through beautiful trees, sunlight filtering through, with the occasional house carved into the canyon walls. My soul was revived! 
