Istanbul: day 1

Volim kada putem svojih postova, nanovo proživljavam svoja putovanja. Stoga, neizmerno mi je drago što upravo postom tog tipa, započinjem još jedan januar na Divine World-u. Kako sam vam krajem prošle godine najavila, Novu sam dočekala u Istanbulu. Nisam imala apsolutno nikakva očekivanja. Pošla sam spremna na najbolje i ono manje dobro. A dočekalo me je... Neočekivano. Kolosalnost. Gužva. Saobraćajna i svaka druga. Beskrajno dug niza kvartova čiji horizont presecaju minareti. Bosfor kakav se ne može videti na razglednicama i reportažama. Zvuk hodžine molitve. Riblji sendviči. Mleko sa cimetom. Sok od nara. Zabrađene Turkinje. Turkinje na dvanaesticama. Dočekao me je grad potpuno različit od onih koje sam do sada posećivala. Ni najmanje našminkan. Ni najmanje ulickan. Potpuno prirodan. Naizgled sirov. U suštini, grad sa dušom u koji se zaljubljujete vremenom, retko na prvi pogled. Grad čiji vas ritam života uči da se cenjkate, uživate u mirisu nargile, umesto čokolade jedete ratluk. Po prvi put u jednoj evropskoj prestonici kupovala sam na sopstvenom jeziku, jer je svaki od prodavaca znao srpski. Po prvi put u jelovniku inostranog restorana videla sam ponuđenu sarmu i musaku. Po prvi put sam spoznala i deo sopstvene istorije, posećujući tuđinu. I na koncu, po prvi put sam se zaljubila u dušu jednog grada, a ne u njegove zidine. Do idućeg posta. Vaša B.

I love when I can relive my jouneys through my blog posts.Therefore, I am so glad to start another January at Divine World, with that kind of posts. As I have announced at the end of last year, for the New Year's Eve, I was in Istanbul. I had absolutely no expectations. I went prepared to the best and to the less good. And I was welcomed by... Unexpected. Colossal. Crowd. Traffic and every other. Endless series of buildings and minarets. Bosphorus that can not be seen on postcards and TV stories. Sound of muslim prayer. Fish sandwiches. Milk with cinnamon. Pomegranate juice. Turkish women wear a head covering. Turkish women in high heels. I met me the city that is completely different from the ones I've visited so far. The city without the make-up. So natural. Seemingly raw. In fact, the city with a soul with wich you are falling in love over time, rarely at first glance. City whose rhythm of life teaches you to haggle, enjoy the smell of hookah,  eat ratluk instead of chocolate. For the first time in some  European capital, I shopped in my own language, because each of the sellers knew Serbian. For the first time in a foreign restaurant's menu I saw sarma and moussaka. For the first time I learn more about my own history, by visiting some foreign land. And finally, for the first time I fell in love with the soul of a city, and not  its walls. Until next post. Yours B.

wearing: blouse: DINO DIRECT; shorts: STRADIVARIUS; jacket: LOOKBOOK STORE; 

boots: U.S. POLO; bag: OASAP; scarf: ZARA;