My travel from Boston to Turkey was relatively smooth. My flights were on-time and there was not much turbulence, with the exception of a brief spout over the Atlantic Ocean that scared the shit out of me. My policy on plane crashes is this: I would rather perish on the way home from a trip than on the way there. That way, I at least get to enjoy the place I am traveling to.
Obviously, I did not crash (praise Allah) and I arrived in Amsterdam for my short layover. I had to pull a "Home Alone" and sprint blindly through the airport hoping that I arrived at the proper gate. I did. The flight from Amsterdam to Istanbul was quick and nice. I ate a delicious breakfast and was offered something "sweet and savory" from the flight attendant. I ate my Mars Bar with great satisfaction and landed in Turkey.
Of course, Northwest Airlines lost my luggage (fuck my life), and I waited around with some gargantuan Dutch man who was also screwed by NWA. I was so excited to see Serin so my anger passed and I ran out to meet Serin and her boyfriend, Yigit. We drove to Serin's house and I tried desperately to take in the city. It is awesome. I took a power nap and we went to a mall to shop. I needed some clothes seeing as I did not have any (Thanks again, NWA), and then we preceeded home.
I am legit starving now, so I am going to update more later on my night (which was SO ridiculous and fun), so stay tuned. My luggage just arrived so now I don't smell like a jetliner...Thank God.
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