The dogs know something is going on. They've been sniffing at the suitcases since I got them out two days ago. Nuala, the Irish Terrier, keeps close by me, closer than she usually does Tonii, the collie, whines whenever I go near the luggage the way she whines when I get the car out for all of us to go to Galena. As if she's afraid I may leave her behind. Two graduate students will house and dog sit for me, one of the perks in college teaching.
Everything is packed. I ended up with 34.2 pounds. And the confirmation for reservations for our dinner on Monday night finally came through. The Ottoman Feast that Context Tours had advertised and we had originally requested was cancelled because the tour guide would not be in town. I had requested that the company make the reservations at the restaurant for us anyway. They agreed, even selecting the menu for us. It took a week of emailing back and forth and, since Marty had cancelled the reservations he had made at a restaurant he knew from a previous visit to Istanbul. I was worried. But everything worked out.
That was the final item on my to do list. I'm ready to travel. The limousine picks me up at 7:30 tonight. Whatever I didn't get done will have to wait. Whatever I didn't pack won't get used or worn. I plan to sit back, take a deep breath, and enjoy.
I'll be back blogging on Monday.