Istanbul in Winter

I left Uruguay, right in the middle of its beautiful sunny days, beaches, my friends. I felt like "euw winter" while getting on the plane, but when I landed to Miami, held by my brother and spend a couple of days resting at his new apartment (he is a homeowner now) I felt better and started to get ready for my best friend's wedding which was going to take place in Istanbul, in ten days.

Aside from relaxing and trying to erase the biggest self-indulgent asshole I have dated for the last couple of months, my main goal was to find the perfect dress for the event. I knew that if I went to NY I'd probably found an amazing dress, but on a second thought, I did not want to suffer through the city's below 0 temperatures, so I bagged it.

Starting from the most obvious places (Neiman's, Aventura Mall, etc) to the thrift stores I looked all around (I even opened some of my boxes to see if I had anything interesting inside them). I found an incredible red dress, when least expecting, on the bottom of a sale pile in a store, and fell in love with it. I knew finding shoes and a bag that goes with it was not going to be easy but, the dress was spectacular and I had to wear it no matter what.

Even though my dear Chantal was not there, and the weather did not help me get more tanned, I had a good break before the wedding, healed my wounds (ok, I am exagerating, I forgot about everything that happened in Uruguay in a day) and mentally made myself ready in order to attend a wedding, not any wedding though, the one that I was sure I would be asked every five minutes "when was I going to get married, now that my best friend was married."

I left Miami after a week, flew to NYC, waited at the airport for 5 hours--thanks to my mother who gave me a VIP pass, I spend the whole time at Delta's business lounge, getting a massage from a chair, stretching my body, awesomeeee---and slept through the whole flight all the way to Istanbul.

As mom was not living there anymore, this was my first time arriving to an empty airport, noone to look for, I walked to the next available cab, got in, and took of for the Asian side where home is. I asked the driver to take the longest yet nicest road, looking at the beautiful Marmara Sea and then the Bosphorus, thinking what am I doing living somewhere other than this incredible city...