Long story (a mistaken taxi ride, multiple friendly stranger encounters, lots of awkward language barriers, an emergency starbucks-tervention, a long bus ride, and a lot of walking around the same street) short, we made it. And in the process we discovered how friendly the Turkish population is!
So after months of our “strategic, detail-oriented planning,” we still end up being stupid bumbling American girls who have no idea where they are going. Great. But if there is any good thing about Taken 2 being made into an actual movie (I mean seriously, the plotline alone is…questionable…), it is that now, whenever we majorly fck up we can say, “hey, at least we were not kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking and had to be rescued by our dad only to have to later rescue him when he gets taken in Istanbul.” Half glass full (of delicious Turkish tea), eh?