July 1

Waited all morning for Chuck to pick me up, finally the time came and it was off to the airport. The thought came to me along the way that I didn't really know what I was in for, but I guess it was to be expected.

No problems in Toronto, in Chicago it took me awhile to find the right gate for the connecting flight but I had plenty of time. Then it was off to Istanbul (I have to say that I hate to fly but Turkish Airline is likely the best one I have ever used, but I still hate flying)