Sunday Roast

On this cold Sunday, I have been thinking about something warming.  Not only thinking, also wishing that it would just materialize in front of me without any effort on my part. Just like it happened last year when I visited my friends Barış and Gökçe in Brighton, UK. Sunday roast is, well, a Sunday thing… Read On

Spanish Comforter

That is Patatas A la Importancia. You won’t find it in the dictionaries. But in mine, that is what it equals to. It envelopes you like a familiar comforter on a cold, winter night. When in Salamanca, we were regulars at a small vegetarian cafe called Cafe Atelier. They had good food and minimalist decor… Read On

This old heart

Sultanahmet and Eminonu area is the old heart of Istanbul that has not stopped beating for thousands of years. When I am walking down the streets in this part , it overwhelms me just to think how old this center is and how many souls have walked the same steps, haggled while shopping, saw the political climate… Read On

A Walk Around Karaköy & Galata

I have realized that when someone tells me about their upcoming trip to Istanbul and asks me what to do/see/eat, I drop whatever I am doing and start writing a long email with lots of links. I have written many, among them one to Sarah of Thyme, then to  Jenni‘s friend Marc, to Zerrin and… Read On

Return On Investment

Finishing an MBA and not ever think about ROI is unheard of. They hammer that thought into your deepest layers in your brain and you start thinking everything in terms of what value it brings, you bring, they bring to the table, what is the cost of the opportunities you have lost along the way,… Read On

A Quiet Scream

View from Pierre Loti, on top of Haliç A big city has a lot of problems. Traffic, waste, crowd, living expenses, unplanned urbanization, slums, air pollution… you name it. A big city like Istanbul has a lot of emotional baggage on top of these problems. It struggles to preserve its soul while gentrification, corruption, rant,… Read On