Istanbul Blogging

Blogging and still learning how WordPress works and how my iPad works and how I work on a 10 hour time difference. This is a learning curve that has passed over the Artic Circle and landed in an exotic ecstasy. Yes, Virginia, I mean Byzantium, Constantinople, Istanbul. I mean colors, sounds, tastes: the blues of sea, air, and evil eyes, the tastes of honey, smells of coffee, the cries of the muezzin from the ubiquitous minarets.

We can’t sleep, it’s too exciting. We walk until we’re hobbling, we stay up late into our night (that’s 11:30 for us!) we wake at 3am and talk and search the next day’s route for cafes and shops and museum hours. Dawn cannot come quickly enough.


About Stein Ink

Gertrude Stein's cousin. Writer, Reader, Knitter. STARR Restaurant Reporter and Virtual Travel Editor for the Tri-City Voice, serving communities East of the Bay (as in San Francisco Bay Area). Married with one wife, one small dog, and an irritable cat. Raised on the East Coast, where they have an "edge" not found out here in California. Two grown children: good men with families.
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2 Responses to Istanbul Blogging

  1. Norma Chapman says:

    God, it all sounds wonderful! Love, Norma

  2. Betsy says:

    Your fancy schamcy hotel in Istanbul sounded just like our duplex room in the fancy schamcy hotel in Prague. If I had to listen to bad disco music and one more f**k you through our closed windows, I was going to throw a lamp or a piece of furniture out the window. Thank goodness we had to get up to catch our 7AM flight to Paris……..

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