On my street in Sultanahmet.
We are currently sitting in a small restaurant in the Barceloneta after a very long day. (Amalia is the one in italics.)
We got up this morning and went to Montserrat, a monastery in the mountains about an hour away from the city by train. Ariana fell asleep. I watched another girl almost fall out of her chair trying to sleep as well, and it was great. Read the rest of this entry »