I’m about to leave home for a year and who decides to have a 20 hour layover in Istanbul….me of course. Let’s just say I was so excited until about a week before my flight. I freaked myself tf out. How will I find my hostel? Are hostels safe? How will I communicate? How will I learn Turkish? Why is it so difficult? Do I look too American? What, when, how, who, etc..
The plane lands and I hop on the metro to head into Taksim Square Istanbul. BEAUTIFUL. That’s all I can think about when I remember that city. Lights everywhere, music everywhere, and let’s not forget the beautiful people.. I mean really.
I walk to my hostel and by the way, google maps decided to take me through back roads and in peoples back yards to get to this place, but I made it! I stayed at the Neverland Hostel. It has a cute vibe with an adorable bar/café area. Warning, lighting and air conditioning does not exist here. Therefore I slept with the window open all night.
I woke up the next morning extra early so I can explore some more before heading to the airport. I met this guy selling bread on the steet who spoke English. He gave me all these suggestions on where to go for a last minute sight seeing session. Also got some free simit 😉
I got on the plane and started heading towards Paris. God, I remember tearing up on the plane, so excited to have the feeling of a new city all over again. Lille… here I come…