Termal

Imagine water that has flowed through a valley at the same temperature for centuries. Emperors have come and gone, palaces have fallen, languages have changed; yet the water has kept on flowing, never tiring, from the same spot, at the same warmth… Termal, in the wooded valley of Yalova, is the name of just such patience. And what is the secret of this patience? Perhaps, like everything that rises from deep within the earth, it never hurries… In the cool of the morning, steam drifts like a thin mist among the trees of the valley; as if the earth were drawing a deep breath.