So, Istanbul…I decided to travel there last week. In January. For seven months. For the record, I knew nothing about Turkey except that “Istanbul was Constantinople”. Cue accordion accompaniment.
By now, I’ve learned a few other things:
- Turks eat olives for breakfast. Along with bread, white cheese, eggs, sliced tomatoes, and cucumbers. I could get used to that. Although, in my dining experience, I’m more used to putting olives on my fingers in a fashion that does not amuse most table guests over 12.
- Spices are fresh, and inexpensive. Maybe even divine. Most tourists go to the famous Egyptian Spice Bazaar but local neighborhood stands are better.
- The locals share tea with everyone. They are really hospitable and polite that way. Turkish people are the greatest per capita consumers of tea. So…I’ll have to find a way to square with that and research polite methods of turning down the popular drink. Somehow, I don’t think all of the Jack Black references popping up in my head will be well received. Get that corn out of my face!
- I need to try pide. Yaprak pide, tavuklu pide, karışık pide. It’s glossed as Turkish pizza, a thin bread base folded over a filling of choice.
Okay. I just researched Turkish food. But the moral of the story, is that try as I might, I’m going to a foreign country and it’s intimidating. No blog or book, will adequately prepare me for stepping outside my door.