Going back to Istanbul for a quicky....

In six months intervals, I become dead bored from my 8 to 5 job and my boss kindly asks me to get lost.  After six years of commitment to the same job ( I don not know when I quit the fight), I decided to make it look like this trip had a reason: getting my LASIK eye surgery for one fourth of the price in Istanbul, Turkey.  


There is always something kinky going back home.  You know the streets, the people, where to eat, where to shop, where to get drunk, how to solve the city of puzzles... but then the family: missing you terribly, dying to spoil you-- and the week flies away like the wind.  After arriving the very missed home in Cali, I wonder was I even in Istanbul at all: I do not remember shit from jet lack.  So I will walk you through briefly just to remind myself I was actually there. The problem is; even though I am pretty sure I had a Lasik (because it burned like a mother pucker after the 1 min 20 sec of surgery), my vision is still blur. No, I am not panicking, just wondering at this stage. 

 

I got blown away at the newly restored LAX with all the posh stores.  Ironically, I did not have any money to blow away on a designer goody as usual, so I did what I can afford: get drunk starring at Michael Kors.   

 

Every time I go to Istanbul, I give a day to visit Grand Bazaar.  Freaky: no one can explain you the experience.  I go to the same coffee house and just watch.

Attached above is my husband.  When we are in Istanbul we walk everywhere for miles and miles. Falling in live with Istanbul is like falling in love with the impossible: there can be no end to the story, no purpose, yet unconditional.

We visited KOC museum. It was fantastic.  This guy is not in charge anymore but supposedly a replica of a Sultan.  Kings in Ottoman era was referred to as Sultans.  People think democracy was the end of theocracy but it was actually the Ottoman army.  Power wars as you can imagine.

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Disabled car from old days.

Me and husband at the museum.  I look like a borrowed wife. 

Totally diet.  I mean the total diet you need for a week or so.   This is called Buryan Kebab.  Smells so mean.

There is rice in that dough as well as almonds and chicken. Picture illiterate person was taking pictures.  I know so much about her.

Traditional yogurt drink.  Awesome!  Drink two of those in a row and it will put you to sleep for hours.  Do not drink this on a day you need to look pretty or sharp.  Only down side: FARTING!

 Here is my mom.  Look at the adorable fashion sense at age 55. 

Life with my family is a paradise: I want no other.  Whole gang will be under radar with upcoming posts.