Ghent – Why (Christmas edition)

A lot is there to be said about the merits of Christmas in Europe, whether one is a believer or (as in this case) not. Truth is there is a certain allure to the smell of Gluhwein in the air and the sound of iceskating, combined with distant caroling and “Ho Ho Ho”s (no pun intended).

As a sucker for twinkle lights and festivities, I consider it a personal tradition to attend a Christmas market every year. Continue reading “Ghent – Why (Christmas edition)”

Istanbul Youth In Action ’12

The first experience that comes to mind synonym to nostalgia is Istanbul. As described best by music, and not words, I propose Gülümcan – as it happens, it hit my ears passing by a dusty souvenir shop. Inside the owner was busy so I peeked at the RDS of the radio; and there it was.

There are a million things one can say about Istanbul. Factoring that it has 16.000.000 inhabitants, there are probably 16.000.001 things one can say-as at least one person is bound to have more than one opinion. Sadly it is not what it used to be, yet it is still there, timeless.

Approaching it from afar, you start to feel the energy even 50 kilometres away. I highly recommend arriving from the road, so you can see her looming in the distance. It s a metropolis of huge contrasts, of cows masticating grass outside of huge skysrapers, of tin houses and the Dolma Bahce Serayi. But above all it is seagulls flaoting in the distance in a vivid orange sunset with the smell of nutmeg mingling in the waves..