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Living in Istanbul - Living in Istanbul Notes I remember...

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Living in Istanbul - Notes I remember waking up every morning for breakfast and how important it always was. There was always someone home to fix breakfast for the family. Every day we would have tea with our breakfast that always consisted of bread and cheese and usually consisted of olives, tomatoes, and sweeter dessert items. Five days a week I was required to walk to school which was about a twenty minute walk. In order to get to school I would either have to walk through a construction zone (which is unheard of in America) or cross the very busy street to walk on the sidewalk. It was quite the large transition from living in such a small, cold town in California to one of the largest cities in the world that was constantly humid and hot. On another note, almost every day I would see my host uncle and we almost always had a small conversation as it was rude in Turkish culture not to be as friendly and hospitable as possible. Most likely we would complain about how hot it was that day or how either one of us was tired – which was not too surprising. However, surprisingly
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