I knew it was going to be a Turkish delight of a trip when the counterperson smilingly handed me the boarding pass to their national carrier&rsquos extravagant Business Class and, on board, I was treated to a hot, three-course meal, freshly cooked in front of my eyes by a &lsquoflying chef&rsquo. Then I could s-t-r-e-t-c-h out to sleep as my seat smoothly slid out to a full-size bed. The Turkish Airlines flight was a dream that was over too soon because we landed early in the day at Istanbul, which must have the most beautiful skyline in the world. The obliging professor from Istanbul, who had the window seat next to mine, insisted graciously that we exchange seats so that I could get a better view of his magnificent city (since I was on my first trip to Turkey). I was glad I took up his offer as I gasped at the blue waters of the Bosphorus and the multitudes of minarets shining in the morning light.


