Glimpses of Turkey: Faith, Flavor & Finding Rhythm Together
In the heart of Istanbul — where history, culture, and everyday life meet.
By Sea & City Series
📍 Istanbul & Ephesus, Turkey | 📅 May 20-23, 2025
🚢 Resilient Lady (Virgin Voyages)
Istanbul was different.
Not just another port stop — but an overnight stay. Time to wander. Time to linger. Time to let the city unfold.
During my first solo cruise in 2024, I met a couple of women (Karina and Terri) who felt instantly aligned — warm, adventurous, open. When we decided to sail again in 2025, we each booked our own cabins but chose to experience parts of the journey together. This trip was solo but not alone.
Istanbul was where that distinction came alive.
Byzantine Treasures
I began with a tour through the city’s Byzantine history. Hagia Sophia is breathtaking — vast and layered with centuries of faith, architecture, and transformation. The Chora Church/Kariye Mosque mosaics shimmer with detail that demands slowness. Something is humbling about standing inside spaces that have held prayers for generations.
The Grand Bazaar was color and texture and movement — spices, textiles, lamps glowing warm gold. I sipped Turkish tea and wandered without rushing.
That evening, because the ship remained docked overnight, some of us went out. Walking Istanbul at night felt electric — laughter echoing down cobblestone streets and the sense that the city never truly sleeps.
The next morning, Karina, Terri, and I took the ferry to the Asian side of Istanbul. Crossing the Bosphorus by boat felt symbolic somehow — continents meeting, cultures blending. It was slower there. Local. Residential. We explored neighborhoods, grabbed food, and simply existed in the rhythm of the city.
Turkish Breakfast & Ephesus
In Kusadasi, the day began with a traditional Turkish breakfast in the countryside — fresh cheeses, olives, honey, breads, jams. It was abundant without being heavy. Intentional. Meant to be savored.
Then Ephesus.
Walking through the ancient Roman city felt cinematic. The Library of Celsus rises dramatically at the end of marble streets worn smooth by centuries of footsteps. The Great Theatre stretches wide and grand. History here isn’t contained — it surrounds you.
There’s something grounding about ancient ruins near the end of a journey. A reminder that civilizations rise and fall, and we are simply passing through.
Back on the ship that evening, I attended Another Rose, the immersive dinner show. It was dramatic and playful — a theatrical contrast to the stone and marble of earlier days.
✨ Reflections
Turkey felt layered: sacred spaces, vibrant streets, ancient cities, late-night laughter with women I had met because I once decided to travel alone.
This time, I wasn’t just proving I could do it solo. I was choosing community too.
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