May 2, 2017
We arrived safely in the new, clean, and big international airport of Istanbul. We had an hour and a half stop-over enough for coffee.
One of my companions quipped “how come hindi ganito ang airport natin?”
Paul, Carla, and Beth ordered some pastries and coffee. I was still full from airline food plus I was still recovering from my nervousness, I didn’t have any appetite to eat nor drink.
OMB with Dra. Carla Chuatico, Paul Chuatico, Elizabeth Villamil.
Boarding
The Turkish Airlines plane was a little bit smaller than the one from Manila to Istanbul.
Same professional service
I was subconsciously hoping to find a familiar newspaper. I missed home already.
There was a chef on board giving passengers an extra VIP feel.
Our flight from Istanbul to Barcelona took three hours of smooth and comfortably flying. I was relaxed and was able to sleep.
We landed in Barcelona on time.
One of Paul Chuatico’s luggage was crumpled when he retrieved it from the conveyor.
Paul— “Paano na ito?”
Among us, I had the least number of luggage, ONE. And it was very light. Not even half full.
When we were pushing our luggage and going out of the customs area, a Guardia Civil followed Carla. He stopped her and asked about her several pieces of luggage. Baka nga naman kinuha ni Carla yun sa ibang tao. Ang dami nila kasing dala ni Paul.
I didn’t get on the bus till the driver loaded my maleta in the luggage compartment and made sure the door was locked. Mahirap na. Baka mag-disappear ang mga maleta namin just like what happened to my friends.
It would be a half hour drive to the city. We’re going to ick up my sister, Bong, Ramon and Susan Dimacali, and Nadinee Chua. Then off we go to lunch and city tour.
