21/04/2026
Istanbul does something to you. You arrive, and within a few hours you’re already part of its rhythm — fast, loud, chaotic, and strangely calm at the same time.
I first came here in 2019. Also because of a woman.
Now I’m back. Same story, different chapter.
This city sits right on the edge of Europe, but it doesn’t behave like it needs approval from anywhere. It’s half Europe, half Asia — geographically, culturally, mentally. You feel it everywhere. One street feels conservative, the next one completely open, almost rebellious. Somehow it works.
People talk about crime, but honestly — I’ve seen worse in cities that pretend to be “safe.” Here, people look at you, talk to you, help you. It feels alive, not polished.
And then there’s the constant up and down. Hills everywhere. You don’t walk here, you climb. I still don’t understand how they built half of these houses. But it gives the city its shape, its chaos, its views.
Istanbul isn’t trying to impress you.
That’s exactly why it does.