The Menderes sets the pace here, and Kuyucak's evenings copy it: slow, calm, sure of themselves. Surrounded by fig and olive groves inside the valley, nobody's going to ask 'where's the plan.' The highway passes close by, but the hurry never stops in. Tea gets poured in the market, and once the air cools, conversation thickens. So what are you going to do? If thinking it through isn't working, try luck: roll the dice and fall into the valley's rhythm.