Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Istanbul, not Constantinople

Merhaba, arkadaşlar! 


That's Turkish for 'Hello, friends!' I feel incredibly lucky to be writing this entry about my trip last weekend to Istanbul where I reunited with Zak and was honored to join his family (father - 'the other' Brad,  mother - Lori, older sister - Jessie and younger sister- Carrie) on their vacation. My participation in this trip would not have been possible without the Wainer's generosity and I cannot thank them enough for including me. 


The city of Istanbul was utterly thrilling, unlike any place I have ever visited, and I believe it to be unlike any place in the world. Before I went, I didn't actually realize that the city itself, by straddling the Bosphorous River, is situated both in Europe and in Asia. The reality of its geographic location was most striking when we took a 20 minute ferry ride across the Bosphorous to have dinner in Asia and then came back to Europe.


Okay, so the city itself is on two continents, and Turkey is considered to be the only secular muslim state of the Middle East. Despite this secular identification, there are over 3000 mosques within the city limits of Istanbul and each one broadcasts 5 live calls-to-prayer daily. Yet, according to our tour guide, only 10-15% of the city's population identifies as "religious" and Islam seems to be much more of a cultural way of life for many people in Istanbul. I saw women covered from head to toe in burkas walking near women wearing miniskirts and high heels. Prostitution is legal in Turkey and alcohol is sold, although it is more expensive because it is forbidden according to the laws of Islam. It became clear from the beginning that  Istanbul, in many ways, is a city of paradoxes and contradictions. 


A. Our Neighborhood: 
We stayed in an incredible apartment in the neighborhood of Karakoy/Galata which is on the European side of Istanbul. The neighborhood had a very local feel to it. Istiklal street, one of the largest pedestrian walkways in the world, was only a few hundred meters from our apartment. About 90% of the traffic on Istiklal Street are locals --- about 3 million people pass through this street every day. Walking on the street was overwhelming and by far the most people I have seen in one place in my life. I felt very much like an observer as the crowd bustled around me, almost as if I were a salmon swimming upstream.
Galata Tower -- just a few hundred meters away from
the apartment where we stayed in the neighborhood of
Karakoy/Galata
View of Istiklal street, one of the largest pedestrian walkways
in the world and just a few hundred meters from our apartment.
Shout out to Braid Wainer in the bottom left corner of the photo :)

B. Turkish Delight -- Spice Bazaar: 
I loved wandering through and getting lost in the Spice Bazaar. As the crowd carried us along, we heard entertaining shouts of choice English phrases - "Hello! Hello! Chicago! New York! Yes, yes yes! America! Come buy here!" and "Hello! How can I help you spend your money?" Zak and I purchased some delicious spices to season the fish we bought from the local fish market and then attempted to cook on our own. In the Spice Market, people would offer you samples of Turkish delight, the most delicious of which was the pomegranate/pistachio flavor. There were giant trash bags full of naturally dried teas, all different flavors of nargilah (hookah) and more dried fruit than you can possibly imagine.   


Delicious spices and teas at the Spice Bazaar
C. Hagia Sophia -- is that a mosque, a church or a museum? 
So many ancient empires utilized Istanbul as their capital city -- the Byzantines, the Romans, the Ottomans, just to name a few. Istanbul truly was a melting pot for so many different cultures and religions. The history of the relationship between Catholicism and Islam is particularly interesting because it is visible in sites like the Hagia Sophia Museum. The current structure was actually the third rendition of the Great Church. In 532 BC, Emperor Justinian commissioned the new basilica and it was constructed in just 5 years and remains the most impressive example of Byzantine architecture in the world. The walls and gigantic basilica of the church, which spans 250 ft across, are covered in exquisite mosaics depicting Virgin Mary, Jesus and various saints and emperors. When the Ottomans conquered Constantinople in 1453, the Hagia Sophia church (along with many other churches in the city) was converted into a mosque. According to the laws of Islam, one cannot pray in a room where there are human images or idols. Because of this, when the church was converted into a mosque, the detailed mosaics were covered with plaster and leather and then painted so that the building could be used for worship. When Ataturk ordered the mosque to be converted into museums in 1935, the plaster covering the mosaics was removed. Restoration efforts are still works in process today and bring full circle the diverse histories of this incredible site. 


View of the Hagia Sophia Museum through an archway
of the Blue Mosque
D. Jewish Istanbul
Today there are 20 active synagogues in the Istanbul area and we visited three of them. All of them were very inconspicuous -- if you weren't looking for the synagogue you probably wouldn't even look twice at the building. Below is a picture of Neve Shalom which was built in the late 1930s as a response to the increasing Jewish population of the Galata district. Since its existence, the synagogue has suffered three terrorist attacks, the latest of which was the Al-Qaeda attack of 2003 in which 23 individuals were killed. Despite the tragedies it has suffered, the synagogue continues to serve the Jewish community of Istanbul.  It was a wonderful feeling to be greeted with "Shalom!" in Istanbul and to hear Zak's sister Jessie who is a first year rabbinical student speak Hebrew with the staff. In the first synagogue we visited, a man asked if anyone spoke Spanish! His mother was from Spain and he is a sephardi Jew. It was quite bizarre to be speaking Spanish with another Jew in a synagogue in Istanbul. This just goes to show you the incredible diversity of the city. 

Bimah of Neve Shalom Synagouge. 
E. Now it feels like a dream
I've babbled on for quite a while and I think it's time to end this post. But it's true, my adventures in Istanbul with the Wainers now feel almost like a dream. I can't really believe that I was there, that I experienced so much culture, change and emotion in such a short period of time. For now, all I can think about is how lucky I am.

Adios,
AB

I leave you with one last picture:
View (from left to right) of the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia Museum
from a ferry crossing the Bosphorous River
from the Europe side of Istanbul to the Asian side.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Lisbon, Portugal -- the charm and the mystery

Hola amigo/as!

After returning last night/this morning on a train and spending the afternoon in Salamanca with my good friends from home, Carol Platt and Dylan Keller Benson, I am finally ready to sit down and blog about my wonderful weekend in Lisbon, Portugal with Ms. Aimee Katz.

Three highlights of the trip:
1. 12 mile walk (there/back) from the hostel along the Tagus River to the historical sites of the Monument of Discovery, Belém Tower and Monastery Jerónimos and then rewarded with well deserved nap.

2. Wandering around the Alfama neighborhood, the only remaning area of Lisbon that was not destroyed by the earthquake of 1755.

3. Dinner along the Tagus River -- I ate oven roasted octopus with sweet potatoes -- followed by a traditional Fado performance. Dating back to the 1800s, Fado is a musical genre historically associated with marginalized spheres of society. The melancholic tone of the music often relays themes about love, loss, the sea and the life of the poor. Both the meal and the performance contributed to a greater understanding of Portuguese culture and traditions.


View of Plaza de Comercio and the Tagus River
from the Alfama neighborhood/ Moorish Castle of São Jorge

View of Alfama Neighborhood

Los Jerónimos Monastery built in the 1500s by King Manuel I
in the Manueline architectural style (Portuguese late-gothic)

View of Tagus River during dinner at Alma Lusitana restaurant on last night in Lisbon

I'm not sure if it was the cloudy weather, the time of year or the daze of the language barrier, but Lisbon struck me as a mysterious place. The winding streets were often empty and many of the buildings were vacant or dilapidated. After viewing the monuments to the Portuguese Age of Discovery, it occurred to me that perhaps the infrastructure of colonialism was never really replaced in Portugal and that once the earthquake of 1755 destroyed so much of Lisbon, the city was never fully equipped return to its former glory. Although haunting at times, the city is beautiful and the culture is vibrant and palpable. I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to Lisbon and consider myself lucky not only to have spent time there but also to have traveled in such great company :)

Hasta pronto, 
Abby 

Monday, March 05, 2012

Goin' South - Visit to Granada

Buenas dias a todos,

I returned to Salamanca early this morning from my first adventure outside of northern Spain -- a weekend in Granada. As some of you may know, the main attraction of Granada is the Alhambra, a palace and fortress that was constructed in the 14th century for the last of the Muslim emirs and the Nasrid Dynasty. The final stronghold of Al-Andalus, Granada fell to the reconquest of Spain by the Catholic Monarchs in 1492. However, Alhambra continued to serve as a symbol Spanish power as King Charles V destroyed parts of the fortress and constructed his own palace there in 1527.

My tour through Alhambra was without a doubt the highpoint of my trip to Granada. The incredible decorative detail and scope of the palace was mind blowing. One of the  most interesting aspects of the visit to me was the juxtaposition of the Alhambra fortress with Charles V's palace. At times, it seemed almost haunting to me that his palace stood there in the middle of the fortress -- smugly, unquestioningly, defiantly. I think it says a lot about Spain's own historical memory of its Muslim past and the reconquest. Despite the overwhelming magnificence of the Alhambra, there lurked the uncanny embodiment of a museum, of a culture forcibly removed, leaving only crystalized footprints behind. 

I still have a lot of processing to do about my visit to Granada as I continue to wrestle with my experiences of Spain's historical memory. One thing is for sure -- the visit was unforgettable and I consider myself unbelievably lucky to say that I've seen Alhambra with my own eyes. 

Yours truly - Alhambra Royal Complex - The Court of the Myrtles
(Palacios Nazaríes - Patio de los Arrayanes) 14th century
Patio of the Court of the Lions, main court of the Nasrid dynasty, lies at the heart of Alhambra
Palacio de los Leones, 14th century

View of Alhambra from the Mirador de San Nicolas
Located on top of the hill of Moorish Albyzín neighborhood