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旅行并非只是去参观一连串“必看的”景点。于我而言，它更多像是带着一本空白的日记去记录下我经历的这一段段人生旅程。这些旅途中的回忆就像在我的平凡生活中打开了一扇窗，让我可以随时看到我曾经去过的那些城市的浓缩景象。伊斯坦布尔这座城市不光有着令人着迷的教堂、宫殿、清真寺、市场以及奇妙的自然风光，让我记忆最深刻的还有旅途中一起同行以及那些偶遇的朋友们…… As my three travel buddies and I beheld Istanbul from the top of the Galata Tower, minarets punctured the city’s skyline against the backdrop of the setting sun. As the sea breeze whirled around us, the wind carried the melody of the call to prayer for Muslims. The Arabic verses swelled in a chorus that implored every Muslim to bow in the direction of Mecca. As the sound echoed in my ears, I directed my gaze to the jumble of townhouses and spider-web of streets below where locals and tourists mingled. Women in sundresses that billowed in the wind strolled hand in hand with friends who enveloped their heads with the hijab, the headscarf worn by Muslim women. While young men carved meat off racks of lamb at kebab stands, families lounged upon their rooftops as they sipped their tea. Travel journals all advertise Istanbul’s intriguing intersections of traditional and modern, East and West. Yet the true soul of the city only reveals itself to those who have walked Istanbul’s streets and interacted with its people. Although the intricate ornamentation of its mosques and the delicate aromas of its bazaars left my friends and I breathless, its people are what gives the bustling metropolis its magic. | 
