First Impressions

We had a smooth flight but no sleep to speak of.

This little foot belongs to the little kid who was sitting in front of Sarah. He was just as quiet and sweet as he could be.

So, now we're here in the Terrace Guesthouse in the oldest part of Istanbul, Sultanahmet, rich with ancient Byzantine basilica, mosques, so much history and beauty. But we are surrounded by tourists here. Are WE tourists? Well, if we're here, I guess we are!

We stepped out of our guesthouse last night, dead tired and hungry, and into a world of glitzy boutiques, dazzling fabrics and colors.

Right next door to our guesthouse is a happy little fruit stand. 

We are surrounded by restaurants. Who eats here? Tourists, of course.  We dined on lamb stew and fish and were entertained by the waiter. 

And then we went back to the guesthouse and totally crashed. It's Sunday morning now, we've had our little breakfast, and NOW...  We'll set out into Istanbul!