Ankara
As I stepped off the train, I spotted my new Turkish friends running toward me with huge smiles, arms waving in excitement. I had finally arrived in Ankara — and I could already tell this was going to be a vacation I’d never forget.
They whisked me away to their home, insisting we eat first. Little did I know they had prepared a full welcome feast and even invited more friends to celebrate my arrival. The table was bursting with flavor: a variety of meze — creamy dips, fresh salads, and small appetizers — followed by tender lamb kebabs, fluffy white rice, and finally, homemade baklava. Layers of crisp filo, crunchy nuts, and sweet honey… it was divine. I was speechless. At that moment, I felt deeply welcomed and incredibly grateful.
We’d met months earlier in Bansko during our Erasmus program, and I already knew visiting them again would mean unforgettable memories and nonstop laughter. They were warm, hospitable, and eager to show me every corner of Turkey’s capital.
Their home sat on a large hill overlooking the entire city, so naturally our first stop was the nearby park overflowing with vibrant pink roses. The view was mesmerizing — the kind of sight that stays with you forever.
We decided to check out the Anitkabir, a large, monumental hall. Essentially, it’s both a memorial and a symbol of Turkish history and national pride.
Afterwards, we wandered through the city center and into a sprawling bazaar filled with local treasures: patterned carpets, sparkling jewelry, colorful souvenirs, and endless handmade goods. The tiny, winding streets climbed up the hill, lined with small, family-owned shops. Exploring every corner with my funny, upbeat friends made it even more magical.
The markets reminded me of the bustling souks I had seen in Morocco and Israel — the same vibrant energy, lively vendors, and a touch of mystery. It felt straight out of one of my childhood favorite Disney movies, Aladdin. A little chaotic, a little enchanting, and absolutely unforgettable.
Our next stop was a place that looked strikingly similar to the Colosseum in Rome, and I loved every moment of exploring it. As we wandered around taking group selfies and soaking in the atmosphere, I spun in a full 360° circle and was greeted by a sweeping panorama of the entire city. The view was unforgettable. Because this spot is less known to tourists, it felt peaceful — mostly locals chatting, strolling, and enjoying the day.
I only had two days in Ankara, so the next morning one of my friends took me to a small Turkish restaurant for a simple but delicious lunch. We ordered fresh vegetable salads with grilled chicken, chatted, laughed, and enjoyed our time together. Afterwards, they showed me their university — just five minutes away — before we headed back home to rest for a bit.
Later, we went out again for juice and, of course, Turkish coffee — a staple of local culture. Brewed using a centuries-old method, it’s thick, strong, and rich, with a flavor you don’t forget. I absolutely loved it.
That evening, the nightlife in Ankara was buzzing. Crowds filled the streets, chatting, walking, and enjoying the warm night air. Music drifted from every direction — a mix of Turkish and American hits — and some places were packed with people dancing and having the time of their lives. The vibe felt surprisingly familiar, almost like the lively scenes I’ve seen in many Western cities.
We strolled around for a while, soaking it all in, and eventually decided to head home. I needed to wake up early the next morning for my trip back to Istanbul.
