So coming into Istanbul, I realized that I had to write a French composition using descriptive narrative techniques. That being difficult for me in English, proved to be a challenge in French, one that I overcame with the help of a little mouche buzzing about Istanbul, flying high, winding it's way through the narrow streets, smelling the spices, the fish, the life of the city.
And here I am now, the little fly, curiously investigating the mysteries of Istanbul--or I would be doing so (more efficiently), if I weren't half dead from exhaustion. I didn't get much sleep on Thursday night, right before my flight Friday, I took a two hour nap. I didn't sleep on the way to Reykjavik, but slept 2 1/2 hours in the airport. Then I got about 4 1/2 hours of sleep on Saturday night in London. Mai and I decided that it would be prudent to go to Gatwick early for our 6:40am flight, so I got about two hours last night too, making for a grand total of 11 hours of sleep since I began my adventure--technically nine hours if you don't count my midafternoon nap on Friday. Not good, not good at all. And it shows in the following videos (SIGH, don't judge me!!) OH BOTHER! It's taking too long to load. Almost 10pm, and I'm going to sleep!
But to make up for my impatience, and to thank you for your patience:
Blue Mosque
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