First morning in Istanbul. I was woken up at 5 am with the sound of the prayer echoing through the city. There were several speakers, on minarets from multiples mosques, projecting the chant like a powerful choir.
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First day at Istambul: the sun has already set when we arrive. Trying to decipher the public transportation system while carrying a very large trolley and reassuring a very jumpy Sir Boyfriend who was transporting, unbeknownst to me, my engagement ring in his baggage, I’m somehow able to get us across Sultanahmet Square, through the surrounding streets, passing by a myriad of tourist-trap like restaurants and descending to our very discreet and concealed hotel, guiding us only by memory of what I’ve seen on Google Maps – because we had no wifi.
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How cool would it be if this post was about me buying anti-wrinkle masks and neck cream for turkeys?
Not very much? Okay.
Like I mentioned before, when I’m travelling abroad I take the opportunity to get beauty items that are not available in my home country. This time was no different.
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I’m currently sitting at my couch, watching the latest “This Might Get Weird” podcast episode, eating Doritos. Finally.
I finished moving in with Sir Boyfriend. That implied moving in the 5 giant mirrored wardrobe units (and their content) that were lining the walls of my closet room on my previous house.
I started renting out said previous house, ’cause I’m a (small) home owner. That’s how I (modestly) roll.
Our balcony floor was cracked. Had to fix that.
Our eletric panel broke. Had to fix that.
Our kitchen is starting to fall apart. Still have to fix that.
Went to a wedding.
Gathered budgets for a new kitchen.
Went to another wedding.
Went to Turkey for 2 weeks and came back having to plan a wedding.
This was my sheepish way of telling you I was busy thus justifying my hiatus from blogging. And tell you I’m engaged.
Sir Boyfriend will be Sir FiancĂ© from now on. I guess after the 2 days it took to move in the wardrobes, he realised I wasn’t going anywhere soon.
If you didn’t know the song, now you know, your life is better now. And if you know what youtuber I’m referencing with that last sentence, give yourself a cookie. Go on. Blame the calories on me.
Given the tag line of this blog, it’s ironic that the first picture of this post is a display of sneakers. But these are so original and colourful that they made it. Still not for me, still sneakers, but I reckon they’re cute.
Continue reading “Le frique, c’est chic.”
A list of very specific tips based on my last experience so that you learn from my mistakes.
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This travel log wouldn’t be complete without a report of where we noshed and self-indulged, would it?
Continue reading “Travelling to London – Part 3: The Treats”