After Jill and I relaxed on the balcony at our hotel, we heard the call to prayer start again.
When I write again, it is because the call to prayer happens 5 times a day in Turkey.
I’m guessing this is true in all Muslim countries, but since I haven’t been to all of them, I can’t state that.
We didn’t hear the call to prayer in Malaysia, when we visited there two different times, and we were in major cities with lots of mosques.
We may just have been too far away from the mosques to hear the call but I doubt it.
There is something so relaxing, so calming, and so hypnotic about the call to prayer.
I love listening to it and just letting my mind wander.
The owner of the Village Cave House Hotel told Jill and me that he believes his grandfather worked on that mosque and another one that is near the hotel.
As you listen, you will notice you can hear the call to prayer bouncing off itself as the different mosques’ speakers played it just a second or two apart from each other.
It may have also been perfectly synchronized but the distance between the mosques, and our hotel, may have caused the delay as the sound may have reached us at slightly different times.
Either way, it was magical and a perfect way to be welcomed into Goreme and our stay at the Village Cave House Hotel.