Monday, February 22, 2016

Paris, France


January 18-22, 2016

The second stop on our Euro trip was the one and only, Le Paris! Even when we booked our flights from Barcelona to Paris months in advance, I couldn’t believe I was going to Paris. I mean, it’s Paris. The city glamorized in brochures and posters, books and movies. Given that this whole Fulbright experience still feels like a dream, why not detour to Paris, right? Snooze on, Mariya!

We took a 20:50 Vueling flight from Barcelona and arrived to Paris at 22:35. I had been warned that French people tend to be rude if you don’t speak their language, and I encountered this stereotype when I asked about potential bus routes to our hostel. A guy sitting at a rental car service—an American company, might I add—asked me in English if I spoke French, and when I shook my head and said “no,” he bluntly replied: “then I cannot help you.” I don’t believe in stereotypes but I do believe in courtesy. Oh well. Alex and I took a taxi to our new hostel, which cost about 30 Euros. The nice taxi driver, who was from Philippines and had been living in France for quite some time, spoke enough English for us to communicate. We circled around the neighborhood a few times because we could not figure how to get to the exact street; turned out our hostel was located on a one-way roundabout street. We managed to walk in the middle of the night—it was about 2am at this point—and found our destination. We quickly slipped into our pajamas and hopped into a queen bed together.
 

Here are the highlights from Paris, which we spent with our two Fulbright friends, Casey Mangan and George Boyan. This city has so much history, so much class!

Palace of Versailles – This is where the kings wined and dined. Incredibly huge and lavish. Royal, opulent, and luxurious are all adjectives I would use to describe this mansion. It is also apparently a symbol of the system of absolute monarchy, starting with Louis XIV. The golden lining on the gates, windows, and doors were a nice contrast to the sky blue roofs. When we walked through the palace, which is now a museum, the sociologist in me couldn’t understand the need for so much wealth. Nonetheless, monarchy is part of France’s political history so I tried not to pass too much judgment on the royal family, whose portraits stared down at us in every room. My favorite part of the palace was the Gardens, which extend some 800 hectares (1 hectare = 10,000 m2) of land. (Imagine how many poor people can build housing on this much land!) The meticulously manicured lawns, parterres of flowers, sculptures and fountains made the walk through the gardens both enjoyable and scenic. At one point, the rectangular long and narrow walk in the gardens reminded me of the walk by the reflecting pool between the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial back home in DC. We enjoyed authentic chicken tikka sandwiches for lunch afterward, and indulged in crepes and cappuccinos in the evening.

Le Louvre – The next day, we went to the Louvre Museum, which is one of the world's largest museums and a historic monument in Paris. The Louvre is also the world's most visited museum and is housed in Louvre Palace, which was originally built as a fortress in the late 12th century under Philip II (according to Wikipedia). Casey, George, Alex, and I spent three hours at this renowned museum, although seeing the entire place would require at least a week. After waiting behind a large crowd, we finally saw the famous “The Mona Lisa” painting by Leonardo da Vinci. I thought “The Mona Lisa” would be a big painting, but it turned out to be quite tiny, which was a little disappointing. Still a great piece of art though. Anyhow, some other famous artwork we saw included the Winged Victory of Samothrace (Winged Goddess of Nike presides over the Louvre’s Daru stairs), Venus de Milo (Amphitrite missing arms), the “Liberty Leading the People” painting, Great Sphinx of Tanis (lion’s body, human head), among many others including Napoleon's room. Outside of the museum are the famous glass pyramids, a popular site for photos. We had lunch at a Japanese place nearby the Louvre, but the chicken curry made my stomach ill afterward.

Eiffel Tower (“Eiffel Tour”) – The Eiffel Tower is one of the most well-known landmarks of the world, and believe me, it lives up to its hype in every sense of the word. Built by Gustave Eiffel and made of iron in a lattice pattern with a square base, the Eiffel Tower is as magnificent as the Blue Mosque in Istanbul or the Taj Mahal in India. It stands at 324 meters (1,063 feet) and is as high as an 81-story building. There are three sections of the Eiffel Tower, all of which are accessible to the public. When we were there, however, the top section was closed of due to the terrorist attacks that happened back in December. This didn’t deter us from seeing to the first two sections though. Instead of taking the elevator, all four of us challenged ourselves and decided to climb the stairs. I very quickly realized this was a mistake, as I found myself panting and out of breath just after a few flights of stairs. Nonetheless, I climbed all the stairs because I never give up on a challenge. The views from both levels of the Eiffel Tower were amazing. We got to see the sunset over Paris on the second level, which was a beautiful moment. Orange and red light cast over the blue roofs in easily identifiable layers, as if a 6-year-old had carefully colored them with a crayon or colored pencil.

Notre DameNotre means “our” and dame means “lady.” Notre Dame de Paris is a historic Catholic cathedral. It’s as beautiful on the outside as it is on the inside. Admission was free. We walked around the church and admired the sculptures, paintings, and other set-ups. The center was reserved for those who wished to worship, and everything around it was open to visitors. According to Wikipedia, the “cathedral is widely considered to be one of the finest examples of French Gothic architecture, and it is among the largest and most well-known church buildings in the world.” Notre Dame is also apparently one of the first buildings in the world to use the flying buttress, which is a form of architecture that resists the lateral forces pushing a wall outwards by redirecting them to the ground.
Triumphal Arch – Formerly known as the “Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile,” this is another famous monument in Paris. I know, Paris has lots of rich history and everything appears to be “famous,” but it’s true! One thing I did not know is that the Arc de Triomphe honors those who fought and died for France in the French Revolutionary and the Napoleonic Wars, with the names of all French victories and generals inscribed on its inner and outer surfaces. Beneath its vault lies the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier from World War I. George’s two North Carolina friends joined on this tour and it was nice to meet them. We bought tickets and climbed the stairs to the top of the Arch, and saw yet another breathtaking view of the city. The Eiffel Tower could be seen from the distance, as if someone sketched it with an unsharpened pencil. I even tried to hold the Eiffel Tower in my hand! 
Montmartre – Montmartre was perhaps my favorite monument in Paris. A white-domed Basilica of the Sacré-Cœur sits on the hill’s summit, making it the highest point in Paris with an incredible view of the city. When I say incredible, I am not using that word lightly. With a 360-degree turn, you can see all of Paris…every building, monument, tree, street, house, road, tower, river. It was as if someone placed a magnifying glass on a satellite city map of Paris and let you peek into it. We rushed up the stairs so that we could enjoy the sunset, and we made it in time! I want you to imagine an empty canvass. Take your paintbrush, dip it in some orange paint, and make a horizontal stroke across the board, letting the color naturally bleed. Now mix in some yellow; then red, blue, then purple. You’re not creating a rainbow; you’re creating a color scheme, one that is supposed to cast a shadow over Paris.
Moulin Rouge – “Moulin Rouge is the spiritual birthplace of the modern form of the can-can dance,” says Wikipedia. People from around the world buy expensive tickets to enjoy musical shows and dance performances at this “red mill.” The closest equivalent of Moulin Rouge I can think of is Broadway in Times Square in New York. While we couldn’t afford a show at Moulin Rouge, we could afford to take pictures in front of this landmark. Afterward, Casey’s Turkish student from last year met up with us and we all had Vietnamese pho for dinner. Turkish hospitality continued to Paris; we were surprised when the friend paid for our dinner despite our multiple efforts to stop him. This reaffirms the warm nature of Turkish people; they carry that part of them everywhere they go.
Other Random Things – As we roamed Le Paris, we enjoyed lots of crêpes and cappuccinos – when in Paris, do as Parisians do, right? One of my favorite crêpe places was a little café shop decorated with currency, notes, and photos of customers from around the world. I saw US dollars, Japanese yen, Turkish lira, Pakistani and Indian rupees, British pound, Euros, Saudi riyal, plus others I could not recognize. Another thing I found interesting was a metro station named “Franklin D. Roosevelt.” I smiled because the first thing I thought to myself was: “I suppose FDR has been to Paris a few times in his lifetime. A lot was happening in the 1930s and 1940s in Europe, and quite a number of treaties were signed here.” I felt closer to America seeing FDR’s name on the metro map. Last but not least, we stopped by the famous Lafayette mall on our last day and I purchased a warm, fuzzy scarf which would become, as I later found out, a great investment for Brussels and Amsterdam.
With that said, I now conclude the Paris blog post. Needless to say, there was a lot to see in Paris and we managed to do our best. Hope you learned something new, because I surely did while visiting the city and while doing research to write this post. My friends often ask why I waste time writing so much; I don’t consider blogging a waste of time. When someone has a hobby, they do it with passion and desire. It brings them happiness. Journalism is one of my hobbies, and writing brings me joy. Chronicling, documenting, and sharing my experiences with my family and friends, and others around the world, has always been something I’ve done since I was a child. Writing allows me to collect my thoughts, reflect about my experiences, and gain deeper meanings into the visual world we live in.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Videos from Barcelona

A few video clips I made while in Barcelona. They're not perfect, but they were "in the moment" memories. I hope you enjoy them!

Inside La Sagrada Familia

At the La Boqueria Market

La Casa Batlló 1 - Inside one of the rooms.
 

La Casa Batlló 2 - Audio tour shows how a mushroom was used in a design.

La Casa Batlló 3 - Audio tour shows dismantling building

La Casa Batlló 4 - On the terrace, half way up.
  
La Casa Batlló 5 - Video shows a dragon blowing flames and curtains closing as if there were a show; both of these actions are incorporated in the roof and the front of the Casa Batlló, respectively.

La Casa Batlló 6 - On top of the roof. Can you spot the dragon?
 
Train music - Man playing violin on the train in hopes of donations from passengers.
 

 Beach - 360-degree view of the pretty beach!

Beach - Final reflections before leaving Barcelona.

Barcelona, Spain


January 15-18, 2016

Hello friends! It’s been a while since I last wrote something. I’m a little behind on telling you about my Europe trip. Wait no more! Here are some reflections about Barcelona.

The first stop on our Europe trip was Barcelona, Spain. Barcelona is famous for football (soccer), beaches, and Spanish tapas. We wanted to start off our trip in a warm spot and then trek our way upwards on the cold Europe mainland. However, we had a small hiccup getting there…

We caught an early morning 7:00 flight from Antalya to Istanbul, and then a 1020 flight from Istanbul to Barcelona. About 30 minutes before boarding time, I decided to check out a make-up and perfume shop to kill time. This was a bad idea because I lost track of time inside the store—the loud music, crowds of people, and tempting samples can make anyone forget they are at an airport. When I checked the time, it was almost boarding time, so I rushed back to the gate where I left Alex with my bag. She wasn’t there! I thought the passengers had already boarded, so I used my Turkish and begged the security guy to let me board. However, he told me that the gate number had changed. I ran as fast as I could to the information board, where I saw the changed gate number. At this point, I started pacing again, and ran in and around people—just like a movie scene where a hero is trying to catch a flight and stop his/her lover from flying off. From afar, I saw Alex waving at me, and I picked up my speed again; thank goodness for my high school track skills, they clearly came in handy. Apparently, they were making a final call for the boarding, and poor Alex was waiting at the security desk with her bag and my bag. And I had arrived just in time! Whew! After catching my breath, and drinking expensive water (10 lira for a small plastic bottle!), I found out from Alex that she tried to tell them to call my name in the speakers, but they wouldn’t do that. She was so afraid we would miss this flight. I was grateful that she waited for me, but lesson definitely learned: never let the luring stores inside an airport get to you. They’re trouble.

We arrived to Barcelona a little past 1300. With bags in hand, and bags under our eyes, we realized we had no local currency. Therefore our first task was to get Euros. We found an ATM machine and used our credit cards, despite the high fees. Ekk! But we had to do what we had to do. With some cash, we asked the information desk about the train system, and caught a tram close to our hostel. We stayed in a beautifully decorated house-turned-hostel called Coroleu House. It was in the northeast part of Catalonia, on the red line, close to St. Andreu. Our host gave us a comprehensive orientation; showing us how to use the city map, recommending places to eat, and suggesting routes for tourist attractions. Alex and I stayed in a bunk-bed style 6-person room. Our hostel mates included a young man from Korea who was touring all of Europe after completing his required military service and two Indian friends who were taking a break from work.

Anyhow, we spent four days in Barcelona. I practiced my Spanish, ate lots of tapas, and marveled at modern architecture. The highlights of the trip included seeing the following:

La Sagrada Familia – A magnificent church designed by Barcelona and Spain’s famous Catalan architect Antonio Gaudí, who was immensely inspired by nature. He incorporate as much of nature into his architectural designs. The interior of the Sagrada Familia, for example, has tall columns which look like trees in a jungle. Every shape that Gaudí uses comes from plants or animals. I really liked this place because it seemed to connect the heavens to earth; I felt closer to God because I felt surrounded by nature.
Park Güell – Also designed by Gaudí. This is both a natural park, and an architectural art piece. My favorite part was siting in the benches made up of mosaic art squares, and overseeing the entire city below. There were two gingerbread house-looking buildings at the entrance, which gave the park a ‘magical’ feel. The gem in this park, however, is the famous lizard, which is made up of colored tiles of various geometric shapes. With so many tourists, it was hard to take a picture in front of the lizard without photo bombers in the background.
Modernist Buildings – On La Rambla Street, Gaudí’s modernist buildings attract flocks of toursits. Casa Batlló and Casa Milà (also known as La Pedrera) are famous for their unusual design, both inside and especially outside. Alex and I bought a ticket to explore Casa Batlló. The audio tour explained how Gaudí used natural life—animal vertebrates, trees, sea creatures, flower patterns and more—in his architecture. It was really cool to see things come “alive” in this house. See videos in next blog post.
Barcelona Cathedral – Spain is a heavily Catholic country, therefore it’s not uncommon to find lots of churches around the city. The most famous, of course, is Barcelona’s Cathedral, which is constructed with intricate stone designs, just like the La Sagrada Familia.
Picasso’s Museum – While roaming the Gothic Square, we waited in anlong line for Picasso’s Museum. It was our lucky day, as tickets were free! Woohoo! Alex and I walked around the gallery and saw Picasso’s original collection. No doubt the artist had a talent for the paintbrush. In my AP Spanish class during senior year of high school, Señora Silverberg made us paint the styles of each of the Spanish artists we studied, including Pablo Picasso and Salvador Dali. At the end of each lesson, the class voted on the best painting of the day. I was voted as the “Picasso of the Class”—I am so still so proud of that achievement. I think I have that day’s painting saved somewhere in my files back home...

La Boqueria – The full name of this bustling public market is “The Mercat de Sant Josep de la Boqueria.” It’s a colorful market; there are stalls and tables that sell fruits, vegetables, meats, fish, nuts, candies, chocolates, and smoothies. Walking through La Boqueria reminded me of Pakistani bazaars at night time, where smells of fresh produce and cooking food lure you in every which direction. Check out the video in the next blog post.
Torre Agbar – Before leaving Barcelona on Monday the 18th, Alex and I made a pit stop at Torre Agbar, which is a bullet-looking blue building. It’s an oddly shaped work building, which looks like a spaceship ready for blastoff. We took silly photos in front of it and enjoyed the beauty from the outside.
Barcelona Beach – Barcelona wouldn’t be a complete trip if we left the beach out. Alex and I relaxed on the beach for an hour or so, enjoying the breeze and soaking up as much sunshine as we could. Beaches are such a reflective place to be at; whenever I stare out at the shoreline and see the waves gushing towards the sand, I think about how our dreams do the same with reality. The sea is full of unimaginable possibilities.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Recovery Period

Hi friends, thanks for keeping up with my blog. I have safely returned from my Europe trip and am recovering from the jetlag. I slept for 19 hours upon return, did three loads of laundry, and went grocery shopping as there was nothing in the fridge.

In the coming weeks, I'll be blogging about each of the cities I toured. There are a lot of places I visited within each city so as a fair warning, the posts will be long. For those of you that enjoy details, it'll be galore. For those that like brevity, I wish you well with skimming. Lots of photos will accompany the posts to tell a comprehensive story--because we all know that pictures tell a better story than words.

Tomorrow is Monday, the worst day of the week, and I'll be back to the grind with Turkish lessons, after school speaking clubs, and maybe substitute teaching, depending on how our administration is feeling. Stay tuned!

Friday, January 22, 2016

Winter Break in Europe

It was an uphill battle to get 10 days off from our university. They are sticklers of rules and therefore were keen on only granting us 10 days out of the country, the same amount for any other teacher employee, instead of two weeks. There are a few things frustrating about this approach. Firstly, we are not like other Akdeniz University teachers in any sense of the word; we do not have established classroom of students, we teach only 5-10 hours a week, and our duties can be summed up with optional speaking clubs and on-call substitute teaching. As Fulbright students, our circumstances are special and should, therefore, in my opinion, be dealt as such. We should be afforded special circumstances because quite frankly, we have special contracts. Secondly, I'm having a hard time understanding why our weekends count as part of the 10 days we are out of the country. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about following the rules, but their stance on this simply seems absurd. Thirdly, if we really do want to talk about contracts and legal language, I believe we are allotted 14 full days out of the country, per Article 12.

Not to mention that the school itself has winter break from January 15 to February 1st, which means there are no students at school for us to teach! I don't understand why the university can't just give us that same time frame off. I think the admin is being bureaucratic just for the sake of exercising its muscles, and as a result, making our lives miserable. This is further creating a negative experience. I cannot wait to provide this feedback to the Turkish Fulbright Commission in hopes that the situation improves for future scholars.

Anyhow, despite our efforts, the administration did not budge and officially only approved our leave for January 18-28.



As if things couldn't get any worse, we were miserable during the week leading up to our trip. All of a sudden, regular teachers were calling out sick (suspicious no?) and we became the scapegoats. Alex and I substituted a ton of classes during the week of student midterms, teaching almost 20 hours that week. It felt weird to be administering an exam for a class I never taught; it felt even more unethical to give oral speaking grades to students I had never worked with before. The entire situation was awful, and added to our growing frustration with the school bureaucracy.

Ok, enough venting. On to the better stuff, the actual places we'll be visiting on our trip! Our itinerary for the next two weeks includes: Barcelona, Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam, and Berlin. If we didn't have to come back on the 28th, we would have added Prague, Vienna, and Budapest to our trip, but unfortunately they had to be cut because we are good girls and we follow school rules. We'll be returning on Friday and going to school just to show the administration our faces so that they can see we stayed within their approved dates. Plus, we'll use the weekend to catch up on rest!

Stay tuned for adventures from each of the above-mentioned cities! Let the #EuropeTrip start!

Thursday, January 14, 2016

New Year's in Istanbul

December 31, 2015 – January 3, 2016

Happy New Year everyone!! May the year 2016 bring good health and happiness to you and your family.

New Year is one-of-a-kind holiday. It is special because it is celebrated universally, and it symbolizes many things: a new start, courage to let go of the past, strength to forgive and move on, and gratitude for being able to travel around the sun one more time. To me, a New Year is a mix of all these things. I look forward to what 2016 has to bring, while I smile at all what’s happened in 2015. I'm excited to let go of some of my past struggles and confront the new ones. For all the people that have hurt me or caused me anguish, I'm ready to forgive them and move on as a stronger person. And most importantly, I'm grateful to be alive for one more year, to spend time with my loved ones, and to live my life to the fullest.

I often use New Year's Eve as a time to reflect about the good and bad things that have happened in the last 365 days, while staying optimistic about what the next 365 days will bring.

As a recap, here are my 2015 milestones. I am grateful for all of these things.
  • 2015 started with breathing in a sigh of relief after submitting all my grad school apps
  • In March, I was selected for the Fulbright fellowship
  • In April, I was accepted to the Tufts Fletcher School
  • In May, I was offered the Pickering Fellowship, that brought me to tears
  • In July, I left my work at Liberty Mutual with mixed emotions
  • In August, I moved to Turkey, unaware of the challenges and opportunities that lied ahead of me
  • Since August until now, I have been exploring Turkey, learning new things, making new friends, learning Turkish
Here are things I look forward to in 2016:
  • Europe trip over winter break, if we can manage to plan it.
  • Going home to America! Homesickness is real.
  • Summer internship at the U.S. State Department’s Pakistan Desk.
  • Moving back to MA for graduate school—brrr, hello snow again.
These are my three New Year’s resolutions:
  • Drink more water. There is no better medicine than water. People drink a lot of Coca Cola in Turkey, and I plan to order su (water) at restaurants from now.
  • Jog more and build stamina for running again, as I want to stay fit.
  • Learn to read and write Urdu—Urdu is my native language and I can speak it fluently since I was born in Pakistan and lived there for 8 years before moving to the USA; however, I have lost the abilities to read and write this beautiful language. The alphabet is suppressed in my memory somewhere so I feel fairly confident that an intense summer course might bring me up to speed. Perhaps the State Department will allow me to study at their Foreign Service Institute (FSI) during my summer internship.

Traveling to Istanbul
Alex and I decided to spend New Year in Istanbul. We hadn’t traveled in three weeks, and revisiting Istanbul seemed like a good idea—we would get to see the famed fireworks and spend time with other Fulbrighters in Turkey’s historical city. We had a rough start, however.

Our administration failed to communicate to us that we had no speaking club classes the week leading up to New Year’s Day, which was frustrating because Alex and I booked an evening flight to Istanbul. Had we known we didn’t have afternoon classes, we could have booked an earlier flight. To make matters worse, it was snowing in Istanbul and there were an unusual amount of flights going to Istanbul, both of which contributed to major delays. Those that know me well know that I can be very impatient, especially during situations that do not have a logical justification. I could not figure out why every flight to Istanbul was delayed. Should the airport not plan for enough runways? This isn’t the first time people are flocking to Istanbul to celebrate New Year’s, therefore shouldn’t the airport officials and airlines plan for these types of situations ahead of time? Whatever happened to data analysis? If I were still at my desk at Liberty Mutual, I’d be slicing and dicing customer data like nobody’s business. Alas, I’m in Turkey and this place is surely teaching me patience.

Headed to Istanbul on NYE with Toffee Nut Latte.
Alex and I decided to kill our time by sipping Starbucks coffee. I’m actually not a huge fan of Starbucks—overpriced coffee is so overrated—but every once in a while, in peculiar situations like this one, when one’s soul is left with nothing but desperation, when frustration leaves you with no other choice, I resort to the multinational, multi-million dollar company to provide me with a warm cup of caffeine that can calm my nerves. And it worked. Toffee Nut Latte was just what I needed to calm my negativity and pessimism. I complained to Alex that we would miss the fireworks, that this trip was ruined, that it wasn’t worth it any more. I was grateful to her positivism because I was beginning to lose hope. That’s one of my favorite things about Alex; she reminds me of the light at the end of the tunnel. We make a great team!


Finally at a little past 10pm, our flight began boarding. In less than an hour, we were in Istanbul. Finally! But…it was snowing. We took a bus to Taksim Square. But the clock was ticking, and I feared that we would ring in the New Year en route to our destination. My fear came true. Alex and I counted the final minute of 2015 on an unusually quite bus. I couldn’t understand why everyone else was silent. Weren’t they happy for 2016? In hushed voices, Alex and I whispered “10, 9, 8, 7….” and then threw our hands in the air, and gave each other a hug. And this is how I spent my New Year’s Eve, my friends. No pity needed, because at least I was with someone I loved, Alex. Besides, all holidays are about being with the people you love. “Plus, it’s not New Year’s in America yet, so we really didn’t miss it,” said Alex, reminding me again to stay positive.


When we got to Taksim Square, we called our Airbnb host who directed us to take a taxi to the hostel. The weather was miserable; it was a blizzard as we got off the bus. We decided to taxi to our hostel, which was 10 minutes away. The driver made small talk with us and appeared to be very warm—but he turned out to be a crook! He asked us for 100 lira, which I knew was a joke; and then tried to tell us that he was giving us a concession and charging us only 50 lira. Which is still SUPER expensive. The ride should have only cost 10 or 15 lira, but instead we were forced to pay 50 lira. I begged the driver to give us 10 lira back so that we could buy baklava or something. Feeling guilty for ripping off two innocent girls, he smiled through the rearview mirror and handed us the 10 lira change. I expected rates to be high on New Year’s Eve, but this guy was a total crook. I don’t understand people cheat others. It’s an awful thing to do, and I don’t know how people live with themselves after having committed the deed. Needless to say, being overcharged by the taxi driver was the icing on the cake of our awful travel to Istanbul.

Hostel
Our hostel was actually pretty sweet, unlike the first one which was super sketchy. Four other girls joined us for this 7-bed hostel: Monica, Sara, Jessica, and Caitie. There were three sets of bunk beds plus a lone one. The hostel came with heating, towels, soap, shampoo, and slipper—I was super impressed. Felt like a mini hotel, but for a much cheaper cost of course. The only downfall of this hostel was the alley on which it’s located. Our host was also very hospitable, constantly checking in on us and being available at all times. The living situation was great, no complaints here.

Istiklal Street
Istiklal means ‘independence.’ Istiklal Avenue is one of the most famous streets in Istanbul. It is apparently visited by nearly 3 million people in a single day over the course of weekends, according to Wikipedia. “Located in the historic Beyoğlu (Pera) district, it is an elegant pedestrian street, 1.4 kilometers long, which houses boutiques, music stores, bookstores, art galleries, cinemas, theatres, libraries, cafés, pubs, night clubs with live music, historical patisseries, chocolateries and restaurants.” There’s even a historic red tram that runs up and down the street. The girls and I indulged in Persian food and sweets the night we hung out. I ordered an awful dish at the Persian restaurant—something sweet with walnuts, but curried in a dark gravy. Even though I didn’t enjoy my dinner, the cheesecake we had afterward totally made up for it.
 
Dolmabahçe Palace

One of the highlights of this trip was visiting the historical, extravagant, and ginormous palace of the Sultans. Sarah, Jessica, Alex, and I toured the Dolmabahce Palace on Saturday. It costs 30 TL for adults and 5 TL for students with IDs. The Dolmabahce Palace is a luxurious palace built by the many great Ottoman Sultans, and later used by the founder of modern Turkey, Kemal Ataturk. Ataturk used the place for work and occasionally lived in it. He also died in this palace on November 10, 1938 at 9:05am—all the clocks in this 285-room palace are stopped at that hour/minute to pay tribute to the father of this republic. Today, the palace is used as a museum and as a place to host foreign dignitaries. Maybe one day I'll be welcomed here as a representative of the USA. The palace is located near the Bosphorus, with huge gates smiling at the shining waters and waving at the tour boats swimming by. When my family and uncle visit Istanbul, I hope to take them on a Bosphorous ferry tour so that they can see the entire city. Because of the icy weather, it was very slippery to walk outside the palace. Our feet froze many a times, but we survived cold feet just to be able to see the magnificent interior. The palace had many rooms that were themed to a color, like the “red room” and the “blue room.” This reminded me of the East Wing of The White House, which, too, has color-themed rooms. We must have stolen the idea from the Sultans. Anyhow, even though we weren’t allowed to take pictures inside, the tour was lovely and this is definitely a destination I’m adding to the itinerary of my family’s spring visit.