I’m sitting in Ataturk Airport, and the smell of banana bread lingers in the air. I’m not sure if the scent currently drifts in through the central ventilation system or if my mind is subliminally moving with the change occurring … Continue reading
I only have three weeks left in Istanbul, and in the month since I returned from my epic spring break trip full of Georgian churches and Turkish cheese fondue, I pledged not to let a single moment go by. At … Continue reading
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When I think of Spring Break, a few images come to mind: Girls in bikinis, foam parties by the beach, helping children in developing countries on overpriced school trips, and alcohol, alcohol, and more alcohol. During my Spring Break in … Continue reading
Some images from the Istanbul Tulip Festival, which takes place every spring.
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This blog post has been, by far, the hardest to write yet. I want to solely attribute this to my now-routine lack of sleep or my slowly deteriorating English vocabulary and grammar that can only come with hanging out with … Continue reading
There’s an aspect of studying abroad that students often overlook while overseas: Studying. Looking over my friends’ pictures in swanky clubs or in front of monumental statues of ex-communist dictators and monkeys, we often ignore the idea that there is … Continue reading
Every student studying abroad, whether in Australia, France, Peru or Turkey, receives some sort of Welcome Packet that includes program logistics and cultural analyses highlighting the ways Americans are, basically, different from the rest of the world. Duke in Istanbul … Continue reading
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Impressive. Extraordinary. Kebabs. I am going to attempt to depict my Duke in Istanbul week-long excursion as briefly as possible, but know that 1000 words cannot speak for the pictures I included in my Photo Gallery Section, which in themselves … Continue reading
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I want to come up with an interesting sentence to begin this reflection on my first days in Istanbul, but my lack of sleep and confusion of language has created a brick wall that no creativity can penetrate. I can … Continue reading