Wednesday, July 23, 2008

day numero uno from ISTANBUL

Hello everyone, it’s been truly lovely, here’s mi day numero uno BLOG posting from the enchanting land of ISTANBUL!

It’s wednesday the twenty third over here, sam and I have probably been here a total of ten hours thus far. I think it’s safe to say I’ve fallen for the place (ten hours!) The weather is surprisingly not so bad, probably in the upper eighties-ish, which usually tends to be somewhat problematic for my seemingly sensitive physique, yet I think I’ve been more distracted with my surreal surroundings to let it get to me; great! enchanting!

I’ve found it a challenge to nap in the day due to the heat, while we have the luxury of our own personal shower, staying cool hasn’t consumed too much energy or thought. I will say that it is naturally easier to not invest much energy or thought into anything other than sitting still and simply absorbing my surroundings; the euphoric energy of this land is beautifully overwhelming. I’ve been taking it slow in order to do just this. enchanting!

In the past four or so hours, we’ve seen Aya Sofia, the Blue Mosque, around thirty-seven pretty-eyed Turkish men (in which the majority were very very charming,) and many Muslim looking tourist, as well as many other looking tourists, some good, some less good. We were provided a very good fruit filled breakfast at the hotel, and ate lunch at a genuine non-English-speaking Turkish café where I enjoyed an authentic Turkish brew. lovely! Living for the past four or so hours has not been so cheap, I decided to discontinue my habitual spending of useless items like beer, food, and the like. The most beautiful sighs are free and within view of our hotel, the oxygen is still free over here, in all, I think I’ll make it (financially.)

The langue barrier has been worlds more fun than I initially anticipated. In my experience, it seems that we all understand each other on a universal communication level, just smile and nod, and you can feel their happiness, thus illuminating any kind of awkwardness in the language barrier and enables much more comfort when stuggling with communication. When buying post cards at the Blue Mosque today, a nice Turkish man told me I was beauty. I introduced myself by pointing to myself and saying “sean” he pointed to his self and said what sounded like “saa-do-ou-k,” we then shook hands. After my purchase this man did not hesitate to kiss my cheek in gratitude of making a new friend. I later pieced it together that he was actually referring to the post cards at beautiful, as flattered as I was by this misunderstanding, my ego eventually recovered. This man only spoke one word of English to me “beauty.”

I’m now sitting on top of our beautiful hotel in Saltanhamet where the streets are constructed of charming narrow brick roads. It’s a heartthrob of a village town/ city. I wouldn’t go as far as saying I feel it’s a city yet, it lacks most of the more popular elements of our American cities minus the population part, I would say that’s where one terms it ‘city.’ The peoples hearts are as gold as their skin. I could spend five minutes writing and dissecting every minute spent in Istanbul as you can probably tell but every minute spent here is far too valuable, I must be on my way, for now, I leave you.
Easkim, elveda! (much love, good bye)

ps. There should be some pictures in the attached html in the album entitled Eastern Europe, from breakfast on top of out hotel, in front of aya sofia and inside the blue mosque, and the view from our hotel. my apologies about not including more info about the photos, time here is so damn valuable, this is such an incredible experience! much more to come!


Judy said...

Wow Sean, it sure sounds magical! I almost feel I'm there with you. I can't help but feel just a tad envious. Enjoy every minute! Thanks for sharing. Love, Mom

Agent Provocateur said...

I really enjoyed reading your post. Im very happy for you!

bonafide lovin said...

sean, dear. it's megan. we are all so very excited for you and we are sending our love from the berg by closing our eyes real tight and thinking real hard on our mental connection. can you feel it?

Sean said...

mom, please don't say "love mom" on my public internet domain --it's sort of embarrassing. thanks.

blogkingt0byn(europe rulez) said...

any interesting yazz or in-n-outs in eastern europe? sounds exkiting bring home something nice. p.s. ill wash the car for $20 (american currency)

cstone said...

Hi Sean,I am so excited about your travels. I'll try not to say anything mushy about how proud I am or Love Dad or anything like that.I look forward to your next contact, Later,Peace, Craig.

Long John Silver said...

Hi Sean! Julie here, I'm sorry that this says I'm a pirate. I miss you and Spammy and I hope you're well. Please keep us updated with photos and the like.

Catherine said...

oh of course the lads are all over you you beauty, beauty, sensitive man! at least they don't think you are a (one of three) pretty girl.

well, count me as one of the horrifically jealous ones. keep us all posted! you are an excellent writer.

love, mom


Jillian said...

I'm so glad you were instantly entralled with the people and the sites and the coffee. It warms my heart to hear you describe the place. Eat lots of Turkish pizza for me.

Cherefe! (have you learned that one yet? It means cheers).

crystallinekeys said...

it all sounds so nice, and you've barely even gotten started! hope the keyboards aren't too hard to read in those far-off lands :]
ttfn (until the next post at least)
-maya <3