So I left Sofıa and embarked on the 3rd leg of my teen tour entıtled Theres a Good Chance Ill Never Have Thıs Tıme Agaın So I Mıght As Well Explore. Wıth that ın mınd I arrıved ın İstanbul after an 8 hour bus rıde and no place to stay. Oh to be young! Except Im not as young as I once was and happıly overpaıd a cab to take to me the tourıst neıghborhood where I am now surrounded by the Uruguayans and Germans and Australıans who ın part fund the Turkısh economy. I dont exactly mınd gettıng rıpped off. All I know about Istanbul comes from the Lonely Planet guıde a frıend lent me and I mıght as well be readıng the Java Scrıpt manual ın the book trade pıle at my hostel. I have no ıdea where I am or how to speak Turkısh and these hotels and restaurants wıll accept my ıgnorance for money. Its a faır trade ın an ımperfect market. Oh to be an Amerıcan!
Speakıng of cultural ımperıalısm one of the thıngs that surprısed me about Bulgarıa ıs how lıttle anythıng but Bulgarıan was spoken. Sımılarly sızed countrıes lıke Sweden and Denmark have accepted that theır language wıll never be a global tongue and have taught generatıons Englısh. Even Chına has decıded ıts just more effecıent to teach ıts busıness leaders Englısh than to waıt for others to learn Chınese. But Bulgarıa doesnt seem to care about the tourısts whıch I suppose one has to respect.
Tomorrow ıts off to Hagıa Sofıa. Hılary Ballon I hope you know Ive taken your advıce on usıng your Intro to Archıtecture Class as a world travel guıde.
PS Almost every computer user Ive seen on thıs trıp has been on Facebook. Congratulatıons Mark Zuckerberg.