There are a million things going on in my life at the moment that are dominating my time, but for some reason my mind keeps sliding back to Istanbul. It may just be that it was such an amazing experience, and I definitely can't wait to go back. Or it may just be that with its chaos and dirt and history and clouds and rain and crush of people, that it just felt like an authentic city. Not that Abu Dhabi isn't an authentic city, and I'm actually growing oddly fond of it, but it is so shiny and new that it often feels as if I'm living in an extended posh mall (or as a good friend of mine likes to opine, an airport lounge). I'd love to be wandering through the streets of Istanbul right now, and not simply in search of apple tea.
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