Istanbul is a big city. It is really more like several cities that are all interconnected that share a name for the large area they span. To give some perspective, look at the comparison between Istanbul and New York City: you can fit almost seven New York cities inside of Istanbul, and Istanbul bursts with about 5.2 million more people.
So then tell me, how small are the odds that Emre might run into an old friend of mine on the street on his way to pick me up from work?
They walked passed each other in front of the tram stop in Sultanahmet, both thinking to themselves that the person they were passing looked strangely familiar. And then they both paused. Feeling this mutual connection of recognition, they stopped and turned to each other, finally realizing who the other was.
Naturally, we had her stay with us. Who needs a hostel or couchsurfing, when there's a perfectly good place to stay with friends? Even if it is way on the other side in the middle of nowhere, and kind of a pain in the ass to get anywhere.
The next morning we took a tiny boat to Emirgan for khavalti which means breakfast in Turkish, the literal translation is before coffee.
The best part about khavalti is always kaymuk and honey. Kaymuk is kind of like clotted cream. Just as bad for you, but so delicious.
We were so stuffed by the end of it.
It's a good thing autumn lasts forever here. We were still able to walk by the seaside without winter coats. There was almost no breeze, leaving the temperature perfect for walking from Emirgan to Ortakoy, which took over an hour.
It was probably the best Sunday I've spent in a while.
So then tell me, how small are the odds that Emre might run into an old friend of mine on the street on his way to pick me up from work?
They walked passed each other in front of the tram stop in Sultanahmet, both thinking to themselves that the person they were passing looked strangely familiar. And then they both paused. Feeling this mutual connection of recognition, they stopped and turned to each other, finally realizing who the other was.
The next morning we took a tiny boat to Emirgan for khavalti which means breakfast in Turkish, the literal translation is before coffee.
It's a good thing autumn lasts forever here. We were still able to walk by the seaside without winter coats. There was almost no breeze, leaving the temperature perfect for walking from Emirgan to Ortakoy, which took over an hour.
It was probably the best Sunday I've spent in a while.
