Last Day, Traveling Home
Istanbul #4 of 4. At this point I think it’s a fair question to ask, does my newly acquired thing for Turkish olives signal I am deficient in a vitamin or a mineral? I plated up my first pass at the breakfast buffet and it contained an odd combination of plain yogurt, carved-it-myself honey, and olives. However, what struck me was that I didn’t get enough olives.
The Breakfast Buffet, and Olives
Istanbul #3 of 4. The weather here has been uncharacteristically Seattle-esc, only worse, so this post is dedicated to the indoor activity of eating, focusing on the inspiring breakfast buffet at our hotel.
It’s Sunday in Istanbul
Istanbul #1 of 4. It’s Sunday in Istanbul. It took two attempts to get here, our first plane rescheduled after a five hour “tour” in the SeaTac airport. An hour and a half of that glorious time was spent sitting in the airplane before being deplaned, making us a day later on our arrival and a short trip to check out possible pilgrimage routes even shorter.