I Know What You Need...You Need Love~

Trip Start Jul 19, 2012
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Trip End Jul 24, 2012


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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Delayed in Istanbul….Not sure when we will be home. What I do know is that mom and I will be sleeping in the airport tonight somewhere in the states. What airport that we will be searching for that perfect bench to stretch on is yet to be determined. Our flight out of Turkey is delayed almost 3 hours in awaiting the arrival of that very same aircraft from the states….damn New Jersey ( sorry Michael J) that city has really been messing up my travel plans lately. So Mom and I will miss our connection to reach San Diego, and we will try to make a late flight to get us at least to Houston, which is half way home, and seems like a pretty decent airport, large enough to accommodate many travelers such as ourselves stranded for the night. There is actually a web site called " Sleeping in the airports.com" that gives you the best places in each airport in which to find that perfect spot to sleep for the night, the gates with the best quiet areas to catch a few hours sleep, and even the best places to grab a bite to eat as well. Thank goodness for the internet.

Another good piece of news is that Mom and I will be riding home in First Class again. This kind of treatment makes it harder to ever ride in the “village” in the back of the plane again, not to mention to sleep on a hard bench when you arrive in an airport late at night. But we will make the best of it, we always do! And I have never heard my mom complain once in my entire life, she is the extent of someone who is incredible to travel with, and the most positive person I know. I hope to think that some of my positive attitude I have learned to posses in life is because of her wonderful sprit.

Our last day in Istanbul was spent eating as much great food as we possibly fit in, which actually hasn't been an easy task, since the heat here has taken away much of our appetite. The food here is incredible! And there just isn’t enough time and desire to eat much as we would have liked. We spent the day with no plans but wandering the neighborhood and checking out the local life, one of my favorite ways to spend the day in another country.

Another thing I have noticed is the men are very friendly here. I have to say the attention is flattering, and I’ve added some great phrases of such attention to my list of favorite things men have said to me over the years…

                                                                                                                                                     

~”Excuse Me, would you like a guidebook? No? How about a boyfriend? I make you very happy”

~What would you like? Leather coat? Handmade Turkish Rug? Nothing you need? I know something you need, you need Love….I can give that to you”

~Where you from? America? You don’t have boyfriend do you? Tell me that this is No. I take great care of you. Let us begin '”

Wow, and I can barely get someone back home in the states to look up from their phones long enough to move ahead in the grocery store line when the line is moving, let alone to notice and give a attention to a girl such as myself.

One time when I was traveling with my daughter, Sarah, several years ago in Rome, and we were passing some police officers standing outside a train station in the city. They watched her pass by, and smiled brightly and whistled to show their interest and attention to her. Sarah looked at me in shock, “I can’t believe they just did that mom. Isn’t that against the law for a police officer to act that way” No Honey, I said to her, this is Italy.

So those really are some great offers from those Turkish men.. Do you think I would have to cook and clean, every day? Or just once in a while.  Can I still keep my job? Do you think he would mind if I took off and went traveling by myself on occasion? How well do you think that would go over. The commute would be brutal from Turkey. I dress pretty conservatively , but I still think his mom would think I dress like a slut. I would really miss living by the beach in San Diego, I know Sarah would not be happy with my living so far way with her new step dad unless he was super rich and wanted to throw her and Josh an all borate wedding….:) Ahhh, I’m afraid the offers are flattering, but I’m going home. Thanks for letting me visit your fascinating country, and for all the kindness and attention!
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maureen mason on

Such touching words about your sweet mama. I am sure you were born with her positive genes. Loved the humor in this blog about the men and love. Was the breakfast as yummy as Dahab? Must find a Turkish restaurant here in San Diego to meet and here more travel tales.

Sarah on

You are too funny Mom! And from first class to a bench to sleep on for the night...quite an adventure! I am sorry the flights were so messed up! You are right about Grandma; she never complains! You are a very entertaining writer and your photos are amazing! Love you!

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