Our final Istanbul adventure was to attend church on Sunday. We dragged our bags with us so that we could catch a taxi right after church and head to the airport. We rolled our two rolling luggages down the rough cobbled roads from our apartment hill to the tram station. We tried to pack really light, so that's what we have: two rolling mid-sized bags for all of us to share and a backpack each. Becca wasn't feeling well and whined a lot about the weight of her backpack. We were sympathetic. Well, a little sympathetic.
We took the tram to the funicular and the funicular to the metro. Then we went a few stops to the one near the church. We tried to get our bearings when we surfaced (aka connect to GPS so it would tell us how to get to the church). Once we thought we had it, we headed the direction it said only to run head first into a pair of missionaries. They straightened us out and led us right to the church.
Church in Istanbul was like what I expected from the church in Paris. It was a small branch and probably a third of the attendees were missionaries. Everyone was really welcoming. One of the missionaries gave a talk about teeter totters. It had the kids riveted until he went into his analogy about trust.
A taxi picked us up outside the church at the end of the meeting and carried us to the airport. It was time for the next stage of our sabbatical, the visit to Ankara to spend time with my sister and her family.