A Miracle...Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Our last few days in Turkey, was a complete blast. We went to stay with a new host, and loved every minute of it. We stayed with Tugba and her sister Shebnya(sp?). Tugba spoke very good English and her sister was still learning how to speak the language. As Shebyna was still a student she was not able to tour around the city with us over the weekend, because she had to stay home and study.

As Monday rolled around, Tugba was forced to go to work and Shebnya, Joe, and I hung out all day. Shebnya was The Miracle. I pulled my ripped bluejeans out of my suitcase and fumbled through the Turkish/English dictionary and tried to find the Turkish word for TAILOR. Shebnya understood what I needed. She quickly put on her shoes and was out the door. She was literally gone for 5 minutes( I know Joe says I exaggerate but, he confirms that this is the truth), she came through the door with my pants patched and the best part is she got it done for FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should write a book called "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants." ha ha ha

We enjoyed our time with these sisters. They made sure we were immersed in the Turkish culture, making us try foods, listen to music, and see EVERYTHING(literally) in Istanbul. We feel like we have known them forever. I think this will be a true friendship.


On the ferry from the Asia side of Istanbul to the Europe side of Istanbul. This is just like a bus and only costs 1.30 YTL which is about a dollar. It was awesome.


On the ferry at night going to the bus station to head to Greece.



Breakfast with Tugba and Shebnya- eggs with turkish sausage, fresh warm bread, homemade apricot jam, olives, cheese, and chocolate spread and Turkish tea(the most important part of a meal)



This is the remains of some fish that Tugba and I (Ashley) ate. I was a little hesitant at first, but soon realized this was the best fish I have ever eaten.



Tugba and Joe tasting some weird Turkish sweet-it was walnuts wrapped in some sort of weird gel-like candy. Joe thought it was OK, which means it was nasty.



This was at a restaurant that Tugba took us to, this was a woman who sat in the window making this delicious type of bread(similar to a tortilla). For dinner I had this with cheese and potato inside. I dont stray to far from the cheese and carbs, they are always safe.



Tugba and I at a market during our city tour.