How can I tell you about our trip to Istanbul? Pictures and lots and lots of words, I guess. :)
We had so much fun. Our flight left at 2am or so last Sunday morning. Although we were tired, we were so excited to go that it didn't matter. Eric and Becky were at the airport to greet us. We have known them for many years but it had been 7 years since our last visit with each other.
Our visit was filled with touring Istanbul, delicious Turkish food, lots of chatter and laughter, friendships forming with all of our kids, more food and more touring. :)
We saw the Blue Mosque, the Haggia Sofia(circa 527AD), the Underground Cisterns, Topkapi Palace(1400s) and so on and so on. Mike, Ryan and I flew to Izmir for a day in Ephesus while Becky graciously watched Sallie and Robert(who quickly got tired of ancient churches, mosques and statues, anyway).
While we were in Ephesus we also got to see St. John's Basilica where the apostle John is buried. Although all of Ephesus is amazing...with only 20 percent excavated..it is the largest outdoor museum in the world(I believe the guide told us that....), I think St. John's was my favorite. It has not been rebuilt but is still a peaceful, beautiful place to visit. To stand at his tomb and know that he walked and talked with Jesus in the flesh....while you overlooked the countryside surrounding Ephesus....I don't know. I kind of couldn't breathe..You know?
While in Istanbul, we also took a boat on the Bosphorous and absorbed the beauty and history of Asia Minor..the land of the 7 churches. One day we would like to return and tour all 7. Or we could take the tour of Paul's Missionary journeys. I'm telling you..It was so cool.
We had our usual Hildebrand mishaps on the journey....Like Ryan forgetting to remove his pocket knife(actually a Leatherman...ugh)from his backpack, so that is gone forever. Or me...Let's see before we even got off the plane in Ephesus I had lost the cell phone Becky gave us for the day..fortuneately, they had it for us at the airport that nite when we got there. But best of all, was on Friday when Becky asked Mike, "Now exactly what time does your plane leave? We had been saying 10:30pm all week...but she wanted the exact time because she was in charge of a surprise party for a friend of hers on Friday evening...Oops. When we checked it was actually leaving at 8:30pm. We were ready to go so we hopped in the car...she dropped us off and headed to her party. About 20 minutes later we call her to tell her that we don't leave on Friday..but Saturday. (Are you believing this? Ryan's other title for my blog was Knock, Knock..Who's there? It's me again....) By this time most people would want to shoot us but not Becky. She came back and got us. Then the boys went to the mall and Sallie and I joined the ladies at the Party! (Where we ate wonderful Iranian food...and I impressed our hostess with my one phrase from farsi...thank you...haley mam noon...and I have no idea how to spell it...:)). Oh well, other than realizing that we would get home in the wee hours of Sunday morning and Mike and Ryan would have to be at school and work...one more day in Istanbul, Turkey, with great friends, is not such a bad thing. :)
Some other memorable things...the Grand Bazaar, the Spice Bazaar, Becky's neighborhood bazaar, Robert going to a birthday party with Seth on Saturday with Seth's Turkish friends, Mike, Eric, Becky and I laughing over old memories, Robert eating bread a lot..and not a whole lot of anything else, attending the Palmquist's church, walking the streets of Istanbul, getting to know their kids...playing Boggle and other games, sharing life with them if only for a short time..and just being together.
All in all...it was terrific. Now we are back at home...doing laundry..and more laundry...but enjoying the memories. :)By the way, Eric left on Wed. as he had a conference in Israel, but we made the most of our 3 days together....Next time we will all have more time together. It is their turn to come here....We'll show them lots of sand...and...malls...:)
That's all for now....The dryer calls...
Love, Mattie
