According to the map, Carrefour looked like it was a five minute walk away from the apartment I’m staying at in Taksim. Little did I know, Istanbul’s winding streets at
I wish I could say I drank in the Prado with all the knowledge, sophistication and reverence it deserved. But I didn’t.
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Granada was fun. More about it later. Quite possibly the best way to travel, if you have the time, is by train. It takes longer than a plane, but is
I’ve seen a lot of enchanting things here: undulating hills exhaling thick mist, extravagant moorish-influenced architecture, fields and fields of olive trees like Illinois has corn. I’ve seen flamenco dancers,
I promised la Catedral, and here’s where I deliver. But first, here’s a few more pictures of the apartment I’m staying in:
