The first time I met Abby was in Las Vegas about four years ago. She was an editor and I was a publicist, so we had a few lunches and swam in some of the same circles of the Las Vegas social scene.
I never imagined the next time I would see her would be in Istanbul.
But, it was.
She and I had stayed in close contact the past year … sharing our thoughts about travel, our mutual support of the travel blogging world, and had talked about possibly doing a meet-up somewhere in my adventures.
When she found out her time living in Costa Rica was coming to a close, she messaged me asking where I was.
And, then everything came together.
Three weeks later, she was jetting from her pueblo to the bustling city of Istanbul.
The night Abby arrived in Istanbul also happened to be Chris’ last night of his travels.
“We’ve got to celebrate your last night,” I announced to Chris.
So, Claire, Chris and I headed to Sultanahmed to find a shisha bar and get some drinks. Our first stop was The Sultan Hostel, where Claire was staying, for some large Effes, and then on to Top Deck to enjoy some shisha.
I didn’t think we would be out late.
But, we were.
As we sipped on way too sugar-y alcoholic concoctions, the three of us laughed the night away.
“I think Abby’s hotel is nearby …” I said, and then asked Sasha, the owner of the bar, where her hotel was.
“It’s right there,” he said, pointing around the corner. He grabbed me and guided me to the hotel, where I quickly penned a note to Abby, telling her to drop her bags and come and meet me … even if it meant she had to jump from three flights to a cab to a hotel at 1 a.m.
We sat on the outdoor cushions for another hour, each time a cab pulled up I would crane my neck to see if it was Abby arriving.
Then, a white van pulled up on the street and a girl with long, wavy light hair got out, I immediately knew.
I jumped the rail and bounded to her.
“Hi!!” I squealed, grabbing her, so happy to see a familiar face and to have a friend from home in Turkey.
We ran to her room, dropped her bags, and then went back to Top Deck for a few more cocktails, closing the place down early in the morning.
For the next few days, Abby and I would grab our laptops, do some writing and then tour the city, hitting the Grand Bazaar and wandering, eating and drinking wine.
I had been in Istanbul nearly two weeks total by the time we headed to Bulgaria … I was ready to go and be somewhere new and to create new (and happy) memories.
We teetered on where we would go after Istanbul, deciding on Sunny Beach, which was rated as one of Bulgaria’s top beach destinations.
At 7 a.m. on a Friday morning, after two days of wandering Istanbul together, we met in the rug shop below Harmony, loaded our belongings into a cab and headed to the bus station (a massive cluster unlike anything I had ever seen before), and boarded a bus to Sunny Beach, Bulgaria.