Istanbul really gave my wanderlust a shot in the arm. Physically, I was getting well, but I was moving past the side of the world that was comfortable to me. You see, I was somewhat familiar with western Europe because I had been there before, and it probably resembles the US more than any other region in the world, but Turkey, I knew very little about. As soon as I arrived I got this giddy, night before christmas feeling. Where I was so anxious for what was about to happen. I was overloaded with new sights, smells, and sounds, and I was instantly out of my confront zone. One second you think you know, the next you learn that you know nothing. That's the good stuff! That's what keeps me wanting to see more.
Constantinople, Istanbul, the Ottoman Empire. The bridge between east and west. Whatever you want to call it, this place is filled with history. There's so many different types of cultures, food (there's like a hundred different ways to grill meat), religions, and many different opinions on how progressive or conservative the country should be. All have left a mark on this wonderful city.