Flight to Istanbul

Flight to Istanbul
Pictures of the Lovely Claire playing with The Honeypots and the Library Lion and I.
I got up early Sunday, took Gracie for our last walk around Prospect Park, (She drug her heels a little until we got to the squirrels.) then coffee and a Beesting. I found this amazing pastry at Sweet Mellisa’s . Just imagine brioche with vanilla custard dipped in honey caramel and topped with almonds. I ate fast so there wasn’t even a remote chance that Jeannie would wake up in time to ask for a taste.
We had a few last minute things to buy so it was off to Pure Essentials in Brooklyn. Nice man sold us all the things we needed and I tried to persuade him to visit Austin or at least go west. (Austin needs to hire me for their tourist bureau.)
We got to the airport, hitched up with Lynn and got on our flight to Rome with no problem. They feed you good food on those flights. We were right in the middle of the teenage Italians returning from an American tour and even if we could have slept it would have been hard. Flirting, playing cards, talking. Lots like a very long bus ride back from camp.
What to say about the Rome airport? There was a very pretty part to it, but that was not where we were. Our part was equal to many of the finer bus stations in the US. Uncomfortable seating, limited bathroom facilities and the flight left much later than expected. Of course this is seen through the eyes of an exhausted person.
The flight to Istanbul was quick and the trip through the airport was fine then we had an interesting time trying to get picked up to go to the hotel.
Now at this point I pointed out to my sister Jeannie that if we were lined up before a firing squad and they would certainly hit the most stubborn woman on the planet. We all have a plan and are convinced that it is the right one. It makes for some very interesting discussions.
We did make it to the hotel, and that will be the next blog: Night in Istanbul or Marriage of the Sister.