My flight from Istanbul to Detroit was at 14:20, but considering how the hotel was practically halfway to Greece (or at least felt like it), I wasn’t surprised that the shuttle was scheduled for 10am. We were off at a prompt 10:25, and what was supposed to be a brisk 40-minute drive turned into a scenic hour-plus tour of Istanbul traffic and yesterday's desert views. Classic.
I breezed through security and found myself back in the infamous Wi-Fi desert that is Istanbul Airport. But wait, there is Turkish Airlines Wi-Fi, bless their souls! Using the data from my boarding pass, I tapped into the sweet, sweet internet. It felt like a true triumph, akin to discovering water in the desert. Oh, speaking of water, I also located actual water fountains in the overpriced, duty-free maze of the airport. Score!
Fast forward to boarding: I had an entire row to myself. Things were looking up. That is, until a fellow passenger decided she didn’t vibe with her assigned seat and claimed the window seat in my row. Apparently, "assigned seating" was just a suggestion. She proceeded to take over the middle seat, send food back because it "came without a lid" (spoiler: her next meal’s dessert had no lid either), and liberally decorated the floor with crumbs, leftover, wrappings, which she took zero responsibility for. Oh, and she rocked two headsets for maximum movie immersion. Impressive.
After landing, immigration was a breeze (praise be!) and after over three weeks apart, I was reunited with Scott. One hour later, we were home. Glad to be back!
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