Crossing into Europe, One Step at a Time

Daily miles: 30.08 | Total miles: 11,043.78

My alarm rang at 5:40 a.m. Too early.

I finally got up at 6 and started getting ready. Most things were prepared the night before, yet it still felt strange. After such a long time running with the buggy, heading out without it felt unfamiliar. Knowing that everything I needed was now packed into my vest and jacket pockets took a moment to sink in.

At 7 a.m., it was still very dark. I was cold, scared, and nervous—the usual feelings when a new chapter begins. But there’s only one way forward: go out, start, and do it. I know I will adapt. Things will feel more comfortable again.

I began running on cobblestone sidewalks, up and down, carefully watching every step. I passed people on their way to work and school, and so many fishermen standing quietly along the shore of the Bosphorus Strait. There was something grounding about that early-morning rhythm of the city.

At mile 5, I reached Üsküdar and took the ferry to Karaköy. It was a beautiful morning—the sun just rising, the air cool and fresh. I felt excited and deeply moved to officially enter Europe by ferry and begin my European crossing right there.

From Karaköy, I ran along the shore of the Sea of Marmara. The sun made the water glitter. People were swimming, fishing, lighting small fires, walking, running—living. Running without the buggy felt light and freeing. Hundreds of stray cats lined the beach, calmly claiming their space in the world.

I passed busy Turkish bazaars, traffic jams, and stopped for a few Turkish coffees along the way. My sister and I had a few challenges navigating our environment, but we both eventually found our paths and got to where we needed to be. I truly take my hat off to her—driving such a large vehicle through all of this takes skill and patience. And more than that, I love having company. It’s so good that you are here. Thank you.

The route continued along the water and then onto busy streets. The surface was demanding—holes, wobbly tiles, screws sticking out of the road. I stayed alert all day, mindful of every single step.

At mile 23, I stopped for a cappuccino with my sister and recharged my phone. The final section was tough—hard to navigate and full of steep hills—but somehow, I made it to the parking lot where we planned to stay for the night.

When I arrived, cut fruit was waiting, along with a protein shake and almonds.

Merci.

Now we’re off to find dinner and water.

See you tomorrow. Love, Andrea