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Turkey is historic, trendy and vibrant

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                                Catnaps and fashion pair perfectly in Alacati on Turkey’s Cesme Peninsula

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    Catnaps and fashion pair perfectly in Alacati on Turkey’s Cesme Peninsula

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                                Beneath Cappadocia are 36 underground cities dating to 3000 B.C.

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    Beneath Cappadocia are 36 underground cities dating to 3000 B.C.

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                                The iconic Hagia Sophia served as a religious center for the Byzantine world.

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    The iconic Hagia Sophia served as a religious center for the Byzantine world.

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                                The cityscape in bustling Istanbul.

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    The cityscape in bustling Istanbul.

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                                A courtyard view at Ciragan Palace Kempinski in Istanbul.

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    A courtyard view at Ciragan Palace Kempinski in Istanbul.

As a world traveler, I had put one destination on hold until three things aligned: finances, timing and motivation. But with rumors of a travel ban on the horizon, I took the plunge.

Before masked smiles and elbow bumps became an international form of communication, my husband, Benjamin, and I stacked hands on Turkey, going all in on what would be our last trip for 18 months. We divided our trip into three parts: city, country, coastal.

From LAX, we traveled nonstop with Turkish Airlines, which offered complimentary city tours and hotel accommodations for layovers over five hours. Fifteen hours later, we landed at the Istanbul Airport — the world’s largest, costing $12 billion.

We checked into Ciragan Palace Kempinski Istanbul, adorned with marble columns and chandeliers bigger than my truck. As the only Ottoman palace-cum-hotel on the Bosphorus, it introduced us to this narrow strait between Europe and Asia.

The best water views were from the hotel’s restaurant, Tugra. Black-tie waiters, candle-­lit tables and paintings by Fausto Zonaro had me wide-eyed, my husband in financial fear.

Ottoman and Turkish dishes of lamb shank and duck tandir were served with oil-bathed olives, hummus, eggplant, feta and other meze. Benjamin leaned over and whispered, “Exhale. An entree costs less than $30.”

Living large without regret, we decided to go full-Sultan mode. By day we would sightsee, and by night we would sink into tasseled pillows while devouring desserts from housekeeping: dried fruits, flaky baklava and chewy lokum cubes of pomegranate, orange and honey.

Calories were burned during our four days in Istanbul. From the meditative Suleymaniye Mosque, to the Constantine column of the Byzantine Hippodrome, history came alive in this tangible textbook.

While Benjamin absorbed insights on religion and architecture, I found myself charmed by some of the 250,000 stray dogs and cats that roamed the city. Local government provides food and medical care, so technically, they are “home” at the gates of a 16th century mosque.

How could they not be? Between the mosaics and domes of Hagia Sophia, we too felt the comforting reverence of this architectural masterpiece. Built in 537 AD, this Orthodox cathedral-­turned-Ottoman mosque honors both the Christian and Muslim faiths as a tribute to one of the most important Byzantine structures created.

Religious freedom seemed almost celebrated in Istanbul, a city of 15 million, morphing my preconceived ideas of a turbulent nation into one of peace. On the Asian side of the Bosphorus, the artisan neighborhood of Kuzguncuk — known for its colorful townhouses — had mosques, synagogues and churches practically sharing walls. English worship belted from Christian churches as the Islamic call to prayer rang from 3,000 mosques in the distance.

Waterfront mansions framing the Bosphorus put Beverly Hills to shame, yet despite the affluence, locals were unpretentious and inviting, especially in Bomonti.

This Brooklyn of Turkey has a community vibe where everybody knows their neighbor. At the House Hotel we connected with locals who invited us for Turkish coffee at Halisunasyon and dinner at Batard. We stumbled on farmers markets, the Ara Guler Museum and Glories Chocolate to sample truffles with rose hips and lemon.

ISTANBUL was brilliantly alive. I was hooked on Karakoy, a maritime trading center turned trendy art, fashion and food district. Framing cobblestone alleys were funky cafes and hookah bars, stowed beneath grand old apartments veined with ivy and graffiti.

Paradoxical Istanbul calmed us in the Serefiye Cistern, and awakened us in the Grand Bazaar. Among haggling merchants and the pungent aromas of leather, coffee, tobacco and spices, were courtyards delivering respite from chaos.

Our second hotel was in the Zorlu Center of the Besiktas district. Raffles Istanbul is the nucleus of some 3,000 boutiques, restaurants and galleries. This cosmopolitan property boasts an impressive art collection, Michelin-star chefs and the largest spa in Istanbul.

From the hand-blown chandeliers to the custom murals in every room, design is in the details with Byzantine silks, Turkish textiles and gold mosaics. After Pan-Asian fusion at Isokyo, we headed to the spa for a traditional hammam treatment.

If laying naked on a marble slab wasn’t foreign enough, we then had our hair washed, our bodies scrubbed and buckets of water poured down our thighs. With sandpaper mitts in full motion, I rolled over to find Benjamin buried in a mountain of foam. “I think I’m missing a mole,” I whispered.

Post-exfoliation, we embarked on the “country” portion of our trip to Cappadocia.

Carpeting the Anatolian steppes of central Turkey were fairy chimneys, pigeonholes and Dr. Seuss-like rock formations sculpted by centuries of wind and rain. Beneath this moonscape are 36 underground cities including Kaymakli, dating to 3000 B.C. Complete with storage, stables and cellars, this human ant-farm sheltered 2,000 people during Arab-Byzantine wars.

TO MAXIMIZE our experience, we leaned on Ismail from Travel Atelier. From the rock sanctuaries at Goreme National Park to the tandir lamb at Aravan Evi, Ismail delivered on all fronts, including a last-minute hot air balloon ride at 4 a.m. Floating 1,500 feet above Rose Valley, we were among 100 hot air balloons peppering the sky.

Our hotel, Argos in Cappadocia in the hilltop village of Uchisar, is an ambitious transformation project that turned 51 caves into luxury rooms with reading nooks and in-suite plunge pools.

From their Seki Restaurant are sweeping views of Pigeon Valley with vineyards, apricot orchards and stone spires jutting from the earth.

Our trip could have happily ended there, but eastward we went to Alacati on Turkey’s Cesme Peninsula. This seaside playground near Izmir is famous for its beaches, vineyards and stone houses, but it was boutique hotel Alavya that wooed us.

Six historic houses face an open courtyard of white mulberry and olive trees, where a lap pool, garden restaurant and yoga pavilion find shade beneath the canopies. Elegant rooms have beamed ceilings, patchwork rugs and Carrera-marbled bathrooms. Our breakfast was almost sinful, with mounds of figs, plums, olives and cheese soaked in honey.

The town enticed us with whitewashed storefronts draped in bougainvillea. Lazy dogs posed beneath Greek-blue shutters in Instagram-­able moments. That evening, we dined at Asma Yapragi (Vine Leaf), where Chef Ayse Nur invites guests into her kitchen. Among the pyramids of Mediterranean and Turkish dishes were braised artichoke, stuffed zucchini flower and baked pumpkin with sun-dried tomatoes.

We couldn’t leave Alacati without visiting the wine region. As the birthplace of vitis vinifera (grape vine), Turkey’s Aegean Coast accounts for 20% of the country’s wine production. After an hour’s drive, we arrived in Urla, where we traced seven vineyards pouring award-winning blends.

We got a day in the sun in Bodrum on Turkey’s southwest coast. This gateway to beach towns and 5-star resorts landed us at Mandarin Oriental.

As hot air balloons are to Cappadocia, so are sailboats to Bodrum. We cruised the mesmerizing peninsula to cradled coves, where we sprung from the top sundeck into the turquoise sea. I must have snorkeled for five hours, hovering over fluorescent coral and chasing schools of glitter. We lunched on roasted octopus, tuna tartar and lobster tagliolini. And then, I stretched out on the bow, fell sleep and dreamed of Turkey.

In my dream were utopian visions of a unified metropolis with many faces. There were mysterious caves, satin pillows and dogs and cats that lived in harmony. I saw a coastline splashed in five hues of blue. There were hundreds of hot air balloons floating above stone walls etched in time. And in the distance was the resounding cry of prayers echoing across valleys and canyons.

My reverie ended with a familiar voice.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” Benjamin said. “It’s time to go home.”

IF YOU GO

EAT

>> Tugra Restaurant 808ne.ws/Tugra

>> Isokyo isokyo.com/en

>> Seki 808ne.ws/seki

>> Aravan Evi 808ne.ws/aravanevi

STAY

>> Cıragan Palace Kempinski 808ne.ws/ciragan

>> Raffles Istanbul raffles.com/istanbul

>> House Hotel Bomonti househotels.com

>> Argos in Cappadocia argosincappadocia.com

>> Alavya alavya.com.tr

>> Mandarin Oriental, Bodrum mandarinoriental.com/bodrum

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