Before my trip, my dad asked me about my next travel destination. I panicked of course, and said a half-truth..."Persia. Yep, sure it's a country". After all, a few years back my parents flipped out when I said I was in Turkey, screaming "WHAT? You're going to be abducted by a carpet-seller who will rename you Fatima and make you his fourth wife!". They knew little about Hanofi Turkey, where it's so lax and westernized without headscarves due to Ataturk's reforms at the turn of the century. So I couldnt mutter the word, 'Iran' obviously. "Where's the capital?" he asked. Uh-oh. I pronouned 'Tehran' in the weirdest possible way that made me sound like Chewbacca with a lisp. He did find out later on, but to my surprise didn't get hysterical. Instead, he recounted his
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