I’ve
dreamed about visiting the majestic city of Istanbul ever since I was first
taught about its tumultuous history in elementary school. I was completely
enthralled by photos of its color and chaos. From the dramatic architecture of
famous mosques to the way the skyline seemed to sparkle like a giant gem set
against the Bosphorus. In my mind Istanbul was synonymous with glamour and
intrigue. Finally getting the chance to explore the town on my own this year I
couldn’t help but revert back into the mind of my 12-year-old self- completely
in awe of everything around me.
Despite a
hectic arrival (one where the driver assaulted me as my friend ran to the ATM),
the city did not disappoint. Our hotel greeted us with delicious cups of apple
tea, a drink so sweet you can practically feel your teeth rotting in the most
wonderful way. A single sip has enough sugar to wake the dead. After three cups
each we were ready to explore the night. Despite the later hour everything was
bustling; at 2AM Istanbul was certainly giving New York a run for its money.
Our few
days there were exotic and exciting. The unique mix of Eastern and Western
cultures (straddling both Europe and Asia) creates a vibrant lifestyle that
couldn’t exist in any other setting. It’s a labyrinth of alleyways and hidden
passages which all seem to lead to a view that is somehow more beautiful than
the previous one.
Any
guidebook will tell you about the major landmarks (none of which should be
missed of course!), but the most beautiful moments usually happened by accident.
Getting lost and ending up having lunch in a kind strangers home somewhere by
the water. Trying my first Turkish coffee in Taksim with a group of new
Norwegian friends. Having no idea what I was ordering off the menu but ending
up with one of the most delicious meals of my life. The constant chaos that at first
made me feel anxious eventually helped me realize that the best experiences
happen once you finally open yourself up to just going with the flow.