A Rainbow, Rumi and the Moments Between
My journey through Turkey began, in a way, with a rainbow.
Soon after arriving in Istanbul, I saw one stretching across the sky. Our taxi driver noticed how much I wanted to photograph it and stopped so that I could.
Such a small gesture. Yet somehow, that moment stayed.
There was so much more to come — Istanbul, the Bosphorus, Cappadocia, ancient streets, Turkish tea, cats seemingly at home everywhere, and a sky filled with balloons.
And then there was Rumi.
His words had spoken to me long before I travelled to Turkey, so encountering that connection during the journey brought something quieter and more personal to the experience.
When I think of Turkey today, I remember its extraordinary places. But strangely, my mind often returns first to that rainbow.
Perhaps some journeys remain with us not only because of what we saw, but because of what we felt while we were there.
I wrote about this journey for t2.
Originally published in t2:
Visit Turkey for a Soothing Mix of Kindness, History and Quiet Wonder
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