Let me begin my story by saying that I have a really odd younger sister. So, we were in the most beautiful city ever: Paris. And what did she want to do? Go visit the Catacombs of Paris. My little sister has always been really adventurous, and is fascinated with morbid and unusual places and things, whereas I am very indifferent to the idea. I don’t like to stray out of my comfort zone; I don’t like surprises and unordinary things. I guess I’m just not adventurous, unlike my family members, who are all extremely adventurous people.

So I am a little bit overdue here with all of my write ups. I sat down and realized that I had kept on traveling but hadn't been writing up my travels to all of my destinations!  So last April, we booked a long weekend to my favorite city ever, Istanbul, during the Easter holidays!

A train is a loud thing when you are in it, and this train was no exception. In the rear of the train, we stationed ourselves. For most of the time, it was quiet. I sat in the very back with the sun beating the hills around me, creating yellows brighter and more pure than any painter could create and bringing out the greens in the trees. The wind blew about me, whipping the hair around my face. This was a tour of New Zealand that is extremely cool. It brings you through places you can’t get to without taking a train. No cars were able to come, and there were no airports.