We disappeared for a week to Europe.
We had 20,000-step days.
We ate gluttonously.
Our eyes witnessed astoundingly-sized cathedrals.
But the best part was the relationships formed and forged along the way.
Traveling is adventurous and magical. And over the next seven days, I’ll tell how it was so for us.
On a Saturday in May, we dropped our two children and a stuffed suitcase of school uniforms and play clothes with Sajan’s grandparents.
That night, we sat in a plane for 12 hours until we landed in Istanbul.
Sajan had purchased two e-visas and identified a seaside eatery we could sneak away to 20 minutes from the airport.
But we never made it there.
Our plane must have touched down a little late. First, it seemed like we were trapped in the airport, like they hide the exits from you. One guy said we had time to quickly explore, but the lady close to the exit doors gave us a cold no.
As time ticked, our confidence that we could make it out and back dwindled. And all the serpentine security lines entering the airport seemed like a red warning flag.
No big deal. It was a big beautiful airport. During our layover, we browsed the Turkish delight, baklava, and local soaps in the duty free stores. We ate Italian food.
I had chicken Milanese and Sajan had chicken with prosciutto. They both came with a delightful green salad that tasted homegrown with a light vinaigrette.
Sajan had his Go Pro out on the table. The waiter admired it almost solemnly. He delicately picked it up and asked about the tripod and mic and where to find them. But twice he walked away with the Go Pro a few feet, joking he would take it as a present.
Wrong thing to do, buddy, when your diners are in a foreign country and on high alert!
Anyway, we enjoyed our food and continued exploring the airport.
We ate Turkish ice cream. I had pistachio, which was meh, and Sajan had chocolate, surprisingly rich and yummy.
We sat at our gate and edited the day’s videos.
Then, we boarded our plane for Milan.