I’m adjusting to the time difference now that we are back in Chicago. It seems so much easier to gain eight hours than it is to lose them.
We spent our first Sunday morning in Istanbul with my friend Stephanie. I awoke this particular Sunday morning to her knock on our door: “If you want to get used to the time difference, uh, you should probably get up. It’s almost noon!”
I get up and stumble over to the adjacent apartment which belongs to Stephanie’s friend and co-worker, Martha, a lovely British Greek woman. I grab a cup of hot, filtered coffee and take a seat on the couch. Martha and Ergun, Steph’s boyfriend, are comparing their home-town villages. Soon, they were dancing around the flat in their pj’s while comparing traditional Greek and Turkish YouTube videos.
Later that day, Stephanie showed Greg and I around Taksim Square, a vibrant section that is considered the center of modern Istanbul. The Monument of the Republic is located there.
We meandered around Beyoglu, an area of town filled with shops and restaurants. We ate tantuni, minced meat and spices rolled into a flat pancake, and drank aryan, a yogurt drink. And we snacked on traditional Turkish desserts near the Galata Tower.
Monument of the Republic commemorates the Republic of Turkey’s formation in 1923.
Restaurants’ patios line the sidewalks and are filled with people enjoying fresh Turkish food.
Enjoying tantuni and ayran with Stephanie.
A Christian church.
The Galata Tower was built in 1348 and continues to overlook the city.
We have eaten so many delicious Turkish desserts.