They say that you come back home from holiday, but your mind remains a little bit longer. I know it's true, although I'm home, my mind still wanders through Istanbul. To the seashore, near fishermen, to Galata bridge or Sultanahmet square. To narrow streets climbed every day by foot; but what a delight when you stop to catch your breath and turn around to see the sea and boats in the beautiful sunset light.
Or maybe they are wrong, not your mind remains behind, but your heart. Cause you realize, once you got home, that you miss the time spent there, how it felt, looked or tasted.
I've always said that feeling good in a place is related to the people living there. And the people from Istanbul are warm, nice and calm. Also, I give a lot of credit to the sea. What a blessing to live near it!
It was like looking to the world through this huuuge window (like the ones below, from theTopkapi Palace) and see it colorful, little pieces of mosaic assembling together perfectly.
The taste was sweet, like the corn on the cob, like extraordinary Turkish delight that I couldn't get enough of it, me, who usually don't eat sweets, or chilling like my favorite desert of all: rice milk pudding.
Before going on holiday, I like to read a little about the place and what's to see there. But I don't stick to a plan, I let myself to be carried away by the city itself although I might miss some famous objectives. That's what I did in Istanbul and I don't regret it. And a few times the city was represented by beautiful children, up to 18, wearing a sort of uniform on which it was written: "ask me". They helped a lot with simple explanations and big smiles. My Istanbul was about them too.
