one week down

A week. That's nothing. I have 7 more? Wait, what? I have seen what I feel is a tremendous amount of the city, done so much, and met so many people. I know the amount of places to see and things to do in this sprawling city are outrageous and I have 7 more weeks to do and see all of it. As much as I can. Sure, I'll do the touristy stuff, really old buildings are cool. And the obscure, spontaneous stuff. Like swimming in the Bosphorus. How great. I think so. Watching someone jump off the Galata Bridge, I thought, I should do that. Why not, right? It's exciting. Sure, it's dirty and there could be -- there are-- sharks, but maybe you just have to brave it for the experience. To know what it is really like and know for yourself whether it really is scary or a road I should not wander down. Oh well. If I take the risk, (is it even a risk?) quite possibly everything could be fine. And I would come out of the Bosphorus with a greater desire to take these chances while I am in Istanbul. I think I will try it and perhaps I will find that it is so great I will dive in many times. Into the Bosphorus. I could go to the Prince's Islands. But there are beaches elsewhere. When again can I say I jumped off a bridge into one of the busiest maritime passages in the world? Don't worry, mom, I'll wear a life vest!