Let’s play a game faithful blog-readers. It’s called “Where the Fuck is Peter?!” It’s been almost a week since I’ve arrived in Turkey, but I think I would lose this game because I DO NOT KNOW WHERE I AM SOMETIMES HERE. Istanbul is unlike any place I’ve been before. It’s MASSIVE, awesome, and I love it so far (which kind of freaks me out, because I never like a place when I first get there).
On Thursday, September 9th, I boarded a plane from DC to Frankfurt. The plane ride was 7 1/2 hours and lucky for me, as soon as we took off, I found out I had the worst stomach craps IN DA WORLD!!! At first, I was like, “I must be hungry. Let’s get this meal service started.” But the by the time the flight attendant was asking me if I wanted chicken or pasta, I had decided I might be flying Diarrhea Airlines, flight # shit-my-plants, with non-stop service to the farthest place possible. And to top that off, I was in the middle seat, so if I had to go the lavatory, I would have to make someone get up and if I did it multiple times, I would not have any friends for 7 1/2 hours. After forcing down, some gross airplane food, I changed my mind and realized I needed to vomitate 🙁 So, I quietly and politely made my way to the bathroom only to discover that I had misdiagnosed myself. I was just gassy, nauseous, and at this point, cranky. What the hell?! By the time my second flight from Frankfurt to Istanbul arrived, I was better, not 100%, but better. There, waiting for me was my friend GIZEM who I hadn’t seen in almost 3 years!!!
When I made plans to come to Turkey, I made sure to come early to find an apartment and get settled, but I also wanted to spend time with my friend if possible. Our Polish freak Gosia also planned on coming for a few days and we could all hang out together. However, a couple days before I arrived, the unthinkable happened………………………………………..
The water pipes in Gizem’s house EXPLODED and FLOODED the whole place!!! Noooo! As a result, Gizem and her parents temporarily moved in with relatives, Gosia canceled her trip, and I had to stay in a guest house/hostel. Of course, I’m in no way mad at Gizmo or her family; it was just unfortunate timing. And, my first few days were still fun filled, looking at apartments, eating Turkish food, and watching the basketball world championships which was going on in Turkey!
I also met a lot of Gizem’s relatives and I love them all already. I know it may sound like I’m exaggerating, but these people were just super nice to me although most of them don’t speak a word of English. They’re adorable. I hope to be able to learn enough Turkish to tell them how cool I think they are.
A couple days after I arrived, Gosia surprised us by letting us know that she was in fact coming to Istanbul on a tour with her parents. That day, my personal Turk and I took a water ferry from Asia to Europe (dramatic, I know) and saw the touristy sites of Isty: famous mosques, a cistern, monuments… That night, we met up with Gosh at her hotel and went out for the night. IT WAS LIKE THE BEST NIGHT EVER AND I GET ALL MISTY MISTY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT. We were besties and haven’t seen each other in so long. All we did was go to Taksim (the hip place in ‘Stanbul) had a beer, talked, laughed, and ate DRUNCHIES. We didn’t want to say bye, however our new goal is to reunite again in Poland during winter break.
I am now in my apartment which is about a five minute walk from campus. It’s totes awes! If I like you, you have my permission to come visit and stay here. If I don’t like you, you have my permission to be jealous. 😉 Gizem worked her Turkish voodoo and used her family’s living sitch to make the people living here feel sorry for me and let me stay=I’m her bitch forever. There are two German guys and a Turkish girl. They’re super nice and helpful (at least for now). Will let you know if there be dramz.
1) I have decided that I have a BIGASS CRUSH on Istanbul. Like I said, I don’t usually like a place when I first move there, but I surprisingly like it here. I hope she likes me back…
2)The only thing I hate about being here is that I don’t know Turkish, like anything. Can’t even say basic shit. And whenever Gizem teaches me stuff, it doesn’t even sound like a language so it doesn’t stick in my head. But I will get it one of these days! And I will make my facebook statuses in Turkish so you’ll be like “Shit! Why am I not cool enough to know Turkish like Peter?”
3) Turkish guys like to have two hairstyles at the same time.
For a visual: divide your hair in half (front and back). In the back, make it spiky with gel. In the front, put gel in it also but comb it forward. You now have Turkish boy hair. Weird, huh?
4) For some reason, I have thought up names for Turkish pornos. So far, I have “Constan-titty-nople” and “Istan-balls”. Don’t ask me where this came from.
5) JETLAG CAN SUCK MY ASS!!! Seriously, I either go to bed and wake up at 3/4am and can’t go back to sleep or I just can’t fall asleep until 4am. Why, Allah, why?
Stay tuned, bitches
I’m a failed model/international peace mediator. I like telling stories, traveling, and guys. Besides becoming Oprah, my biggest life goal is to be able to do the splits. All the way.