...and end of airport Turkey updates

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Our breakfast, check-out, and ride to the airport went blissfully pretty much according to schedule, and even though I started to slip into Travelling Meaghan, as mentioned, once caffeinated here at IST, I felt much better, especially after being fed, watered, and a little bit napped on the short hop up to Europe’s largest city. It was on the bus ride to DLM that Ryan conceived the idea to camp in the airport all night, a plan that we are currently executing with much conviction. Ryan is currently napping on my knee (upper thigh, technically) on my scarf (after much coaxing to use my scarf as a pillow and to lie on his back) as I try not to move my right arm too much for fear of waking him. Parentheses are difficult, as is backspacing.

I am reminded of a certain caricature of someone’s typing habits, and how that would be impossible right now.

Some musings:
Moving things, like elevators and subway systems, here in Turkey are ridiculously deliberate. In the elevators that aren’t glass, I don’t realise that we’re moving until we’re stopping. On the metro systems, the train comes to a stop so gracefully that there is no backlash when we stop--everything unlike the T to which I am accustomed to riding. I’d rather have my red line surfing late at night, though, across the Salt and Pepper Bridge. Sometimes, I miss having my city--a place where I know all of the social customs, where I am no tourist, where I can help people who look lost with directions, and where I know where to go when and what is open at what times.

I know, however, that I will so thoroughly enjoy Rome, and especially being right in the heart of everything. I’ve wanted to go to Rome pretty much since the first days of high school, and Ryan rightly beseeched me not to die of excitement when we got there.

There’s still too much world to see to die upon my first sight of Rome, but I know that this will not be my last.

Ciao! In italiano, allora…