We left Ankora, Turkey, early in the morning and four hours later found us deplaned in London, having a bite to eat with our traveling buddies Phyllis and Pat. Then a second flight to New York found us disoriented but happy to be back. Phyllis and Pat left for their home in Conn., and we got a cab to our motel. Imagine our delight to discover that our driver was from Turkey! He got lost on the way to the motel, but our conversation was non-stop, and the error was quickly rectified. He is heading home to Turkey in about a week and very pleased that we had visited the city where he comes from.
The next morning we took our packed bags down to the front to get the motel limo back to the airport. We waited for him to arrive, and imagine our surprise when others barged in front of us to the extent that we were unable to find room on the limo and had to arrange another cab ride back to the airport. We had misread the tickets and thought our plane was to depart at the time it actually arrived in Chicago, but several attendants really helped us, and by running, we actually made it to the plane and embarked to Chicago. A brief layover there and we flew onward to Omaha. We could see evidence of the serious flooding in western Iowa, and the Missouri river is at the top of its banks, as well.
Kristy and the kids met us at the airport, where we learned from them that one of the Boy Scouts killed by tornadoes in western Iowa had played with James on his baseball and basketball team, and was also a member of their mutual home-school choir. They were very sad and upset. Another boy from church was also at this Boy Scout camp and finally found alive by his father, wandering in the nearby woods. The rains and subsequent tornadoes had been in the area for about a week with over 30 tornadoes touching down in the Omaha and western Iowa area. Later, when we went for groceries, we could see roofs damaged. We were glad to be home and to find our motor home and car still here. It was good to be home.
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