The jump start of Istanbul, and the secret of time travel

Well... I have just been given an extra day of life, but still no fountain of youth. The day started between at 5:30am Jan 13th, after making sufficient noise to rouse the poor inhabitants of our room we checked out of Wombats Hostel and boarded the S-bahn #1. After a seemingly uneventful ride to the flagunhafinschteinerbourer (airport for those non German speakers) we braved the bitter cold (an unusual 12 oF) of Munich one last time - Auf Widerseing (sp?) Deutschland! I said to myself. We then procceded to Turkish Airlines check-in. After a spate of computer problems where the computers were down and then our names were nowhere to be found on the list of travelers it was suddenly Jan. 12th! A whole day added to my life! I'm still not sure if it was some wormhole we passed through on the train ride or some strange wrinkle in time at the terminal, whichever the case we were graciously given an extra day in Munchen (dotted u of course) and because we had somehow traveled back in time we still had a room at the hostel paid for and waiting for us back in the city. We left our luggage at the airport baggage service, and with any luck they will be waiting for us when we get there tomorrow. I haven't figured it out because I am so new to time travel and the wierd paradoxical conundrums associated with it, but our luggage was not waitting for us as the room was. Which begs the question will it be at the airport tomorrow? or is it lost in some inexplicable quantum time loop? Anyways, waiting for the lazies to arise - such stresses on the body from that kind of experience must be incredible. I was clever enough to down a cup of espresso and a delicious German pastry with rasbery and custard? not too sure point and shoot what I always say... ask questions later.