Istanbul has a sort of mysticism and old world charm throughout its streets. We had been in Asia for the past 5 months, and we could remember a sort of feeling as we drove through the city to our Airbnb of, “This is it. This is Europe.” Centuries-old minarets towered above buildings as the Bosphorus churned beneath old bridges.
I had an awkward moment the other day, as I went to purchase some food at the grocery store. I couldn’t find my points card, and my debit card had moved o a slot I normally don’t keep it in. As I opened my wallet farther to look for the debit card, receipts, slips, and junk spilled out onto the floor. In public.