It seems so surreal really. To think that I get on a plane, watch a movie, take a nap and wake up on the other side of the planet. I think it is just now setting in now, day 3. Dramatically different culture, styles, architecture, food.. Dark complected, dark hair, some dark eyes, surprising, to me at least, light green and yellow eyes. Tiny cobble stone and brick streets smelly little diesels cars and trucks driving too fast, reminds me of Argentina, and more Kebab places than I ever imagined.
So much history. The new mosque from Sunday's Bosphorus boat tour is ONLY 500 years old. The Grand Bazaar, the aqueducts, the city has been built around them, and evolved with them. The mosques are tourist destinations but this month is Ramadan and they are functioning mosques after all, listening to the calls to prayer while on the bridge between the new old old towns. My feet hurt, too much walking.
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