The calendar in Sarıgöl runs on grapes: everyone's mobilized during harvest, and the rest of the year moves at its own pace. Evenings are quiet but well-flavored in this district at the foot of the Bozdağ range — a short loop through the market, a familiar table, a slow-burning conversation, and somehow the time just disappears. Need an actual plan? Fine, here's how it goes: you order the tea, we roll the dice, and we argue about whatever comes up.