It somehow makes sense, to start our Asia adventure in the city that links West and East. At the crossroad of cultures, empires and history.
The flight goes smooth. It was nice to see the people around us sharing their iftar when they broke their fast at sunset. Zeno falls asleep when the plane touches Turkish ground which was 100% predictable.
A VIP limousine-like taxi is waiting outside of the airport for the family “Van”, and takes us in one hour to our apartmnent in central Istanbul, via a tunnel underneath the Bosphorus. Will this be the only tunnel linking two continents?
Our apartment might be central, it is very small. There is one bed and one couch. A toilet, but no toilet paper. But Cleo was enthusiastic about sleeping all together in one bed for the night, so lesson one of this trip: it’s all a matter of perspectives.
And Cleo was right, when we were together in the bed, locking hands and lying close to each other, we were overly excited about our upcoming adventure, how blessed we are to make such a travel as a little family of four. Our lives in two suitcases and a big trip ahead of us.
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