Let's back up though. Thursday was crazy although not quite as stressful. We packed everything up and tried to breath after holding our breath for a week, but the most exciting part of the day was when the Navy sent Mike a ticket for a flight out of Turkey for the next day!! I wanted to cry I was so happy. We broke out of the hotel for one last stroll along the kordon and one last glass of tea to celebrate
|Alright Izmir, you aren't terrible....|
Instead, I opted for a flight a few hours later than Mike. I wasn't pleased to be leaving without Mike and I definitely didn't like to be the last one out of the country, but it was the best option. I headed to the airport with a duffel bag and another carry on, a suitcase to check and two beach chairs. In Europe, they have these stands in the airports where you can get your luggage wrapped with plastic. I never understood why anyone would do that, but we needed to package the beach chairs together and we couldn't find a box big enough. This plastic wrap was the perfect solution! The guy kind of laughed at me when I asked him to wrap the chairs, but he did and I was happy as a clam.
|Those green things? They're beach chairs!|
I've never been afraid of flying or being in an airport, but that morning, I definitely had a heightened sense of awareness that morning. Like I said, I didn't think anything was going to happen, but I also didn't think a coup was going to happen. Add in a language barrier and I was a nervous nelly. I got a text from Mike while I was waiting to check in (of course, there was no organization to the check in line because...Turkey) to say that he had landed in Berlin and I let out a sigh of relief. One Hogan down, one to go. After finally checking in, making it past customs and grabbing something to eat, I boarded the plane and said Gorusuruz to Izmir one final time.
Needless to say, for so many reasons, I was happy to have wheels on the ground when my flight landed in Berlin.
|We made it!|