Worth Missing Biscuits

On the strange appearance of my sister in Istanbul

USA | Friday, 30 May 2008 | Views [139] | Comments [1]

Today we woke up quite early to go to a University and meet the students there. It was a lovely boat and bus ride over. I enjoyed meeting the students, though the encounter was rather brief as I had to return to pick up my sister. Of course, as I was sitting and waiting, I met a young Turkish man. We chatted in broken English/Turkish, or as we have dubbed it, Tenglish. I was glad of the company while I waited - I have to wonder if Turkish men stop and talk to all girls or just the ones that look like foreigners... My sister finally appeared and we returned to the flat - later we explored Istiklal, got dondurma - ice cream, and then walked to Galata Bridge. From there we went up to Topkapi - the gardens - and went by Yeni Jami. There was also an adventure into a carpet shop - of course - which was fun. Later this evening we all went out for hookah and then I returned to read for class! Finally I learn in depth about Ataturk - I've had a yen for such knowledge - especially with his image haunting this city! His face in one form or another peers down at me wherever I go...