Turkish delights

Good mornign guys,
and sorry if you missed me sooo much!
Today I want you to know about my adventures in Turkey, Instanbul actually. That's all I saw of Turkey, so it's just Istanbul not Turkey...I guess the title should be Istanbul delight...well, doesn't matter!
I went with my boyfriend and it took us at least one month to decide where to go on holiday...oftern arguing! Firstly we wanted to go to India...but then we found out that in June is monsoon season...so...mmmh... better not to go. So we thought...why not Canada? And we thought and we thought and we thought...by the time we decided the flight was to expensive, so...no Canada! So...what was the other one? Don't remember..must be getting old...anyway, at the end we booked a flight to Istanbul. I've been lucky to be honest, because my flight costed me only 150 euros return! But soon you will find out why...
So! The big day arrives (I don't remember the date, sometime in June.,.23rd? Could be) and my parents take me to the far far far far away airport. We get there to find out that the flight is 2 hours late. And here I start panicking, coz that meant getting to Istanbul at almost midnight...buses? Taxis? Now, the fact is that my boyfriend was supposed to get there like 5 hours earlier than me (he was flying from Manchester, me from Milan) so he was going to wait for me in the city centre. But now, considering the time, I asked him to get me a shuttle from the hostel. Meanwhile, I call my sister and I tell her to check all the possible bus timetables on the net! Ah, poor Ellie. So...we seat on a chair, me mum and dad. One chair each, obviously, and we wait for the check in to open. Let me tell that this was the first time in many years in which I decided to check in my bag. Normally I fly with Ryanair and I just take a hand luggage (Ryan is too expensive when it comes to check ins...) but Blue Panorama included the bag in the ticket! So I thought...why the hell not?
Finally, after the moon and the stars moved slowly in the sky, the check in opened and I happily join the queue, celebrating. It was almast my turn, when the check in closed, and I had to join another queue. Oh, how happy I was. Swearing loudly, I changed queue and I ended up behind a massive and noisy turkish family! Ah poor Ellie...finally my bag was on and my parents left me alone, heading to Istanbul.
The flight was ok, and I finally got where I had to be...2 hours late.
So...get off the plane, stamp the passport, go and collect my bag. Stand in front of the rolling thing and wait for the bag.
Wait for the bag.
Many people collect their bag and go.
Wait for my bag still.
Wait for my bag.
Me and an Italian guy left waiting for the bag.
Silence surrounding us.
Wait still.
The rolling thing stops.
My bag wasn't there.
Swearing softly, me and the guy look at each other, our eyes lost in some other planet or parallel dimension where, a so much happier version of us, was now leaving the airport. With the bag.
So...we collected our courage and went to the lost luggage office. Mmh...mmmh...and here the problems start. Yes, they start NOW, can you believe it? I couldn't. Anyway. Obviously, English is a language mostly unknown and overlooked mostly suspiciously...luckily (some luck at last) the girl was very nice and tried her best to understand and help us. But there wasn't much we could do, our bags weren't there. So we filled some form and left...
I started calling my boyfirned who said that a driver would have been at the airport waiting for me. Obviously he wasn't there (that reminded me a bit of China...waht about you?) so I called him and he said that he didn't know what to do. What's the point of having a boyfriend if, when you are stranded in a far away airport, he can come to pick you up because he's watching the world cup?
No comment.
So, after sheding some tears (just 2 or 3...I was nervous and angry, you know!!) I left the airport and I started wandering around, avoiding taxi drivers and looking for coaches. I approached all of them just saying "Istanbul?" till someone answered... yes Taksim! Got it!
Jump on the bus, keep texting to my sister who tried to cheer me up (bless her) till I get to Taksim square..and the world cup boyfriend at least was there! And even paid for the taxi back to the hostel.
So I went to bed, slightly smelly and hungry, sheding some tears (just a few...) and I fell asleep...