i'm in istanbul right this very second. it's gorgeous. so is my grandparents' apartment. i love this city! it's not greece, of course, but it's still lovely. i have awful jet-lag, but i don't even care-to look out on the city is good enough for me.
the flight over here was nothing short of hell..two straight days of traveling (i left my house in dallas at noon and arrived at my grandparents' apartment in istanbul at 2:30 AM the next day), with very little sleep and a 9 hour layover at heathrow..blehh. apparently i can't do the whole "romantic" backpacking-across-europe thing, i would die during the first three days. so anyway, this traveling brought on some weird dreams (when i did sleep). i had a dream of a photoshoot; it was a really dark street scene where the brightest thing were the clothes-not the models, even, just the clothes. everything else was kind of fuzzy. and the clothes were really classy...white pencil skirts with white leather belts and loose black tank tops, with black chanel quilted purses and white patent leather booties.. and white tuxedos and messy hair and white oxfords. it was weird.
i'm listening to the divine comedy right now (thank you mac). amazing.
sorry for the quick update. i'll post more soon, i promise!