Istanbul

I woke from my evening rest to watch the sun go down over the city and hear the call to prayer. Turkey is home to a great many Muslims and along the skyline you can see so many minarets towering above everything else, attatched to them are speakers and from them you hear the chanting five times a day. Istanbul looks like something from a movie or a dream, not anywhere I thought I would ever see for myself. I have never seen so many people in my whole life. The city throngs and pulsates like the ameobas still packed in my sickley lungs. It is itself a feast, to look at to taste. I am amazed.