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| This is Danny, one of the goldens we brought from Turkey to Chicago and then to St. Louis. Our flight from Istanbul got in late on Thursday night, so we spent the night at La Quinta, which is a dog-friendly chain. Each of us had 2 dogs in our room. Danny is used to sleeping in a bed since he was rescued in January, and has been spoiled (as all dogs should be) by his Turkish foster mom. |
I brought clothes that could be hand washed and hung up or laid out to dry, since I was going to be in Turkey a week and I was only bringing a small carry-on bag. I didn't need no stinkin' coat or jacket. I was going to a warm country, after all.
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| That is me on the right. We're in Aya Sofya, a church (now a museum) built in 400-something AD. |
Well, one evening in Gomec (a small town about 5 hours from Istanbul) I had to borrow a hoodie. It was a bit too cool. Other than that, I was fine with my lack out outerwear...
... until we got to Chicago. It was snowing. And in the 30s. And blustery. When we stopped to let the dogs out, midway, on our car trip to St. Louis, I was bare-legged (with a skirt) and had only a t-shirt and long-sleeved shirt over it. Both Jan and I begged the dogs to quickly pee and poop. They weren't completely cooperative, but I can't blame them. They'd been cooped up crates and were thrilled to be able to walk around and sniff.
Here's a 6-word memoir that pays homage to my favorite kind of shoe--especially when traveling.
Hose off Crocs... They're good again.
Here is one about a delicious dessert we had. Some of their food was so rich, it wreaked havoc on our digestive system. One of our hosts called helva a "bomb" due to its richness. My stomach agreed... and yet I still could not resist.
Helva: heavenly-tasting, hell on intestines
How about you? When did you pack for a trip in a way that caused you regret? What foreign food can you not stay away from? Curious minds (like mine) want to know.
