This trip through Turkey was more than sightseeing — there were also moments of stillness, of returning inward. While this blog traces the days as they unfolded, you may find hints of something deeper in between the landscapes and flavors. I’ll let the days speak for themselves.
Day 1: Departure
Finally, the journey begins — heading to Turkey for the retreat.
It’s been a long time since I’ve traveled alone, without my husband, and this time I’d be joining a group of mostly unfamiliar faces. I knew one lady, who would be my roommate, and had connected online with another — but everyone else would be new. There was excitement, yes — but also a gentle edge of fear.
My evening flight left at 17:40 and landed in Istanbul around 22:40. A smooth flight, about three and a half hours.
At the airport, a driver was waiting. As I stepped into the car, I was surprised to find the inside glowing with violet neon lights — it felt like being in a moving disco or perhaps a small limousine. Surreal and slightly amusing.
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After cruising down the motorway, the car slowly entered Istanbul city. We took narrower and narrower roads, twisting and turning through the old city streets. I started to feel a bit anxious — where are we going?
Just over an hour later, close to midnight, we finally arrived at the hotel.
Since this was a retreat, the accommodation was shared. My roommate had already arrived and was sleeping deeply when I entered. In the dark, I quietly tried to freshen up without waking her. It wasn’t easy, but I managed — a quick wash, a quiet breath, and then I slipped into bed.
Tomorrow, the first day truly begins.
