vendredi 11 juin 2010

Last hour

So we leave for the airport in 1 hour and I can't sleep at all (Its 1am), so I decided to write a blog post. We said goodbye to everyone a few hours ago and I have to admit I nearly lost it and started crying, but I managed to hold it together. Now I'm staying up watching TV and eating cookies. I have to say- I just watched the last episode of Lost and it SUCKED. I am so disappointed in the lost writers. Lost writers- I hope you are reading this and feeling some shame, because that was an awful last episode. I have been faithful to you for like 6 years and this is what I get in return? So sad.

However, I am watching my fav Iranian soap opera and some good shit's goin down so that sort of makes up for it.

So I failed at shopping: I still have 43,000 tomans that I didn't spend, I'm so ashamed of myself. This would never happen to me in the US. Next time I come I need to be a better spender.

Oh my gosh I almost peed in my pants of fright, dad just sleep walked in the living room, stared at me for like 30 seconds, asked me what time it was, and then went back to bed.....longest 30 seconds of my life.

Ok I should probably get offline because I think Amu Mehran might be trying to call the landline. See you yanks in 20 hours!

jeudi 10 juin 2010

Last Day!

Omgggggg I can't believe tomorrow is the last day we are here!!!!!! Today we met with AIESEC Iran and they were so fun! I'm definitely coming back for a TN very soon. We also got some awesome bootlegged DVDs from them.

Maryam and I are very sad to leave. Actually I think dad is the most ready to leave which is sort of bizarre. We've learned so much since we've been here, including how lucky we are to live in America.


Things we'll miss:
- All the people
- Iranian food!!!!
- Farsi
- Cheap stuff
- Tea ten times a day
-Lots of other stuff I can't think of right now.

So we leave for the airport at 2am Saturday morning. I'M SO SAD!!!!! I'm honestly going to cry. Maryam and I don't want to leave at all. I can't imagine going back right now but I guess everything has to end sometime or another. But we're for sure coming back and going to rock harder than ever!

Thanks to everyone who read my blog. And Hossein I can't believe you were a creep and learned all my secrets hahahaha but it was awesome and I love AIESEC Iran!!!! Can't wait to hang out with you guys come January!!!!

See you all on the other side!

mercredi 9 juin 2010

2 daiz

Ok so we have 2 days left. Tonight we have my dad’s friend Majeed’s mom coming over at around 5 (which means dad is going to go by sweets for her arrival- yesssss!) and then we are going to my dad’s uncle’s house for dinner. Maryam and I were absolutely DREADING this day for so long but we just found out that Marjan, Mehran, and Kamran are all going too so we heaved a collective sigh of relief.
Quest to find Dasa bala: So there’s this song that Maryam and I love and the only thing we knew about it was that we heard it in Mehran’s car and that it was maybe by the artist Arash. So we knew nothing about this song but we knew we had to find it. I literally used every internet search skill I possessed and after 2 hours I finally found the song. The only problem now is that our internet is too slow and we can’t download it- so Maryam and I, like freaks, have every night been staying up super late in hopes that maybe it’ll download faster later at night. No luck. I guess its good that we only have to be away from it for maybe 4 more days until we return to the wonderful world of pirating music that is America.
Dad thinks we are special ed: So a few nights ago I got really irritated because dad and his friends were talking about socioeconomic issues and I didn’t know enough specialized words to understand what was going on. So last night we ate dinner with dad’s old roommate in college and his family. They took us to this awesome restaurant themed like old Iran- so it was like cobblestone floors with Persian carpets, they had all these scenes of carpenters working and seamstresses sewing and every waiter was dressed like Aladdin, and they had live music which was amazing. But literally every 5 minutes in the conversation dad would turn to us and start translating everything that they were saying and it was so embarrassing/annoying. Once they were talking about movies and dad started translating to us in English even though all the words are THE SAME in both languages. The waiter was asking me what I wanted to drink and dad started yelling in English “Meena, just describe what you want” and then as if I somehow forgot how to speak English too, he started gesturing drinking something. Needless to say I was mortified and everyone in the restaurant probably thought I was a complete idiot. Another time I was talking to someone at a party and dad started translating what I was saying in Farsi to me. Only dad would think that I didn’t understand what I myself was saying. Maryam held my hands down because she knew I was going to get up and start yelling at him. Good thing Maryam is here or one of us would be dead by now, and I’m not talking about me.
June 12 is the year anniversary of the rigged Iranian elections and the police have decided to make a statement this time. Starting last night, every able police officer, revolutionary guard, army, etc have been lining every block of every major street and just standing there, looking straight ahead, feet shoulder width apart and their police shields in front of them. Basically anyone who tries to start the protest is going to get it. Someone was telling us yesterday that the basijis (the ones you really don’t want to get in trouble with) dress in plain clothes and pretend they are regular citizens. They listen in on conversations on buses or on the street or wherever and then take you in if they hear you talking bad about the government. One professor was heard talking bad about the government and the next day A basiji in plain clothes came and knifed him to death in his own office. Maryam and I are sooooo happy we fly out before the protests will begin. We will literally miss it by about 4 hours. Of course dad being a bad ass took a picture of the policemen all standing in the road (which is a capital offense depending on who you are) and I thought I was going to pee my pants I was so scared. Luckily no one saw. Then we were at the museum and Kamran stuck his middle finger up at the picture of the Ayatolla Khomeini and again I thought I was going to pee in my pants but somehow these people know how to be deviants without getting caught. I’m just trying to stay alive thank you.

Also to everyone writing to me on facebook I’m sorry that I’m not writing back but facebook is forbidden here and I can’t seem to hack the ban. So I’ll respond back to everyone after June 13 

mardi 8 juin 2010

3 days left :(

So now I’m super excited because I just talked to the Iranian @ers on the phone and we are all meeting on Thursday at 10am. I thought it was going to be like 4 of them but turns out like 12 of them want to come and meet us bahaha. I was going to host them at our house but maayyyyybe that’s too many people- I think grandma would have a heart attack. So we’re going to a coffee shop somewhere to chill- it’s going to be awesome. Also dad won’t stop talking to us in English and then when we tell him to stop he gets mad and starts talking really fast. So every day while dad takes his afternoon nap I’ve started hanging out with the maids and cleaning with them so I can learn slang.
Today we went to the museum of contemporary art and I made a profound realization- I hate contemporary art. It’s like a canvas that someone painted black and that’s art…are you kidding me?! I could make that in 2 seconds. Dad and I were so bored but Maryam liked it so we had to go through the whole gallery. But dad kept calling it the museum of “contemporary fart” and laughing hysterically. Then, since this joke is clearly hilarious and not at all something a 5 year old would say, he proceeded to call all his friends after the museum and tell them this joke he came up with about fart and laughing. I think I enjoyed that display more than the museum actually.
I can’t believe we are leaving in 3 days. I would be totally pissed but I came to this country totally unprepared- mostly because dad fed us lies about what it was going to be like. I didn’t bring a monteau ahead of time nor a headscarf which I should have done. Instead I bought one but didn’t realize that people only wear dark colored monteaus, so I look like a total foreigner in my bright red one.
But this is my kind of city/country. The headscarf and jacket you have to wear suck, but I love getting invited over to random people’s homes, I love drinking tea 5 times a day, I love eating bread and cheese and jam for breakfast, I love dressing up fancy for parties and not feeling like someone gravely misinformed you of the slack dress code, I love bartering and fighting for a good price for literally EVERYTHING, I love talking loud and waving my arms all over, and I love making friends with everyone I meet because this country is obsessed with being friends with everyone.
A side-note on bartering- Maryam and I are bartering masters. I can’t tell you our trick because I don’t want you people to steal it, but we get things for half price all the time and its awesome. Once and Iranian we were with asked us to get a good price for him because we could only get $2s off. We got $6 .
I’m trying to convince dad that we should climb up the mountain early in the morning and go to one of the tea houses higher up. We only have 3 more days though and the only day really we could do it would be Friday so idk if its going to happen. I’m sort of angry because I ran 3-4 miles every day for 2 months leading up to this trip so that I could expand my lung capacity in order to be able to get up the mountain (the altitude here is way higher and even walking in the city is super hard on your lungs so needless to say climbing a mountain is tough stuff here) and now it looks like I did that for nothing. But I guess its alright because we did go to a restaurant in the mountains yesterday, although we drove there. The restaurant we went to was so beautiful though!! We sat outside and ate next to this water fountain and the mountain behind us. Since we were sort of nestled in the mountain we had the natural air conditioning cooling us off too so it was really comfortable. Everyone was jokingly telling not to get used to this type of eating out because its very expensive…but what I didn’t tell them was that the prices at that restaurant are what a typical American restaurant charges and so for me its not expensive. I plan on coming back and eating at fancy restaurants in the mountains all the time- and only having to pay $10 for it is a super good deal!

I told the maids/nurses that we have to leave at 2am on saturday and be on the plane for like 15 hours straight and they were all like, 15 HOURS WITHOUT TEA?! And now they are all freaking out and trying to figure out ways I can have tea on the plane. Its so hilarious. I told them what kind of food they serve on the plane and I think one of them puked in her mouth a little bit. Its so funny because they can't afford to go on a plane so to them traveling by plane is this crazy ass concept that they will never have the discomfort of experiencing. I didn't bother admitting to them that I'm gross and secretly like airline food....

samedi 5 juin 2010

Stop Stop Stop talkin that blah blah blah

So the museum was closed yesterday and we couldn’t go- so we’re going today instead. We went to a party last night and a younger person at the party asked Maryam “Is the way your hair is right now the new style in America?” (Keep in mind everyone that Maryam’s hair still looks like a hot mess even in Iran). Maryam was kind of confused and asked why he thought that. He responded by saying, “well I just saw this American music video with this blond girl who had that same hair, her song was something about stop talking blah blah blah”. He was talking about Ke$ha HAHAHAHAHHA. Omg I will never stop making fun of Maryam’s hair resemblance to Ke$ha.
Here’s the thing about Persians. They all wear knock-off designer clothes and probably couldn’t spot a real Armani jacket if their lives depended on it, but when it comes to jewelry, they could smell your cheap, cubic zirconium ring from a mile away. They know their silver and stones, and they want them for the cheapest price possible.
Two days ago we went to this park of stone formations. It would have been awesome except my stomach was hurting the whole time. But there’s this one area where there is a waterfall and all around it is a stone wall . Up and down the stone wall are ledges where people can sit and look out at the park. And here is the most hilarious part, we got to the park way before a lot of people did (there was some event going on) and already every ledge seat was taken. Why? Because this ledge is Persian PARADISE. Not only can you sit on this thrown of a wall and look down at other people like royalty, but you can stare down everyone who walks by. If there are two things Persians love they are feeling important and staring at people. For this reason, Maryam and I dubbed it “the wall of critical Persians” and took a picture. Its awesome.
Another thing Persians can’t get enough of: picnics. I’ve never seen a country so inlove with picnics. Friday is like our Sunday here, but on Fridays literally nothing is open except some shops. So on Friday when Persians don’t have any work to do they all flock to the parks to sit down on the grass, drink tea, and eat bread. Of course they would all rather be out shopping, but since they can’t do that on Friday the next best thing to do is picnic. Fakhri asked me if I picnic in America and when I said I actually don’t really like picnics slash nature she looked at me like I had just taken off my hijab in front of a police officer. She even had me convinced that I had done something wrong. Note to self, never admit to hating nature around Iranians.

Iranian soap operas are the BEST THING EVER. I mean literally I think Maryam and I could make a better quality program with her $50 Canon digital camera. The episode I just watched featured two of the main characters riding in a car….for 10 minutes….literally saying nothing. There was almost no dialogue of any kind for 10 minutes. I started complaining that it was more boring than I thought any soap opera could ever be and Fakhri chided me for being an impatient American. I’m not impatient, I just like my trashy tv trashy, not boring.

I just jumped up and down screaming in rage for 2 minutes

Ok so after I wrote that last post like 2 seconds ago I got about 5 angry mesages telling me to write more happy things (you people need to go out and do something, its 2am in the states). So I wrote this happier thing and then the damn internet kicked me off AFTER I WROTE LIKE 2 PAGES. So I jumped up and down damning the Iranian government and now I'm going to start again. Ok so this is what's up right now:

Right now my face is so oily I think you could cook an egg on it. Right now its 9:30 here. Of course Fakhri is serving me breakfast which I leeeeerve lerve lerve...and maryam hates. This is the perfect country for Paul Quick because its so warm here you literally have no appetite ever- aka perfect for manos.

Little persian girls dress better than Maryam and I do. Every persian girl (not kidding you, starting at the age of about 3) wears rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces and ALWAYS has their nails painted. It doesn't matter what age you are here, if you are female and you are persian you LOVE having painted nails.

You will never meet more intelligent, more learned taxi drivers in any other country. What happens here is the government says what job you get. If they don't like you, you don't get the job. Our taxi driver last night beat up 5 Basiji (hard core police) during the protests last year, got his face broken by a 6th basiji and was tortured for 2 days after. How did they torture him? The made him STAND for 2 days! Can you imagine standing for 2 days????? Anyway so he was a poli sci major and was going tro get a governmental job but because he beat the crap out of the secret police the government told him to go to hell. So now all he can do is drive a taxi...and he has to use his own car. This is not uncommon. Someone else here was in med school in his last year when he protested. Becuase of this they kicked him out of med school and now he can't get a job anywhere. And they can't leave. There are only 11 countries in the whole world an Iranian can go to without needing (and inevitably being denied) a visa....and they are all in East Asia, or New Zealand. An American can go to over 110 countries without a visa- and the others will give a visa no problem (unless its North Korea or of course Iran... but why would you want to go there anyway? ;) )

My dad's uncle came to see us last week. He is cool but he brought his nightmare of a daughter with him, I thought I was going to kill myself. She literally doesn't stop talking. I'm not kidding- I timed her, she talked for 20 minutes straight and all I said was "yeah" "ok" "oh really?" the whole time she talked. And she is only in 5th grade but she looks so old that when we first met her maryam thought she was his wife BAHAHAHAHAHHA. Anyway he invited us to his house on wednesday and I am DREADING it. Maryam and I are just planning on speaking in english the whole time so she can't understand slash can't participate. I know, how mean girls of us.

Ok 2 nights ago we went to a party at Mehran's. I tihnk I've said this before but our family here is so rich its like crazy. Good thing I brought all my gold jewelry with me slash my best dresses. But there was this guy there that was literally CREEPING on me and Maryam. In farsi you say he kept "netting us" or in english we say, trying to "tap it" hahhaa. So basically we made Kamran follow us everywhere and be our bodyguard so he wouldn't talk to us. He kept talking about how he is a tour guide with this eco friendly company and how he started when he was 19 and how he was the youngest in the world to do that. I wanted to be like, dude, come to America and see 15 year olds be summer tour guides for zoos...you're not that special.
Every Persian is a doctor. Or at least they think they are. You’re stomach hurts? Don’t eat anything green. Your head hurts? Drink shameless amounts of tea. Sometimes I just make stuff up about where it hurts to see what the diagnosis will be.

Iranians are the worst and best drivers ever. Here there are no rules. It’s red but you think you can be like frogger and cross without dying? You go for it. You think you can pile 10 people in your car and not get into an accident? Go for it. You think you can drive in between two other cars and not die? Go for it. But then why is it I’ve seen no accidents yet? Because they are attentive as hell. In America you wouldn’t think for one second that some idiot would drive up in between you and another car and try to make their own lane on the high way would you? So if they did do that you would most likely freak out and swerve and get into an accident. (By the way if an idiot did do that, that idiot is most likely Persian). But in Iran that WOULD happen, anything could happen, so they just don’t freak out and everything’s kosh.
Things with English names. This is the Persians worst nightmare. Some things don’t have translation in farsi. For instance, we are going to the Museum of Contemporary Arts today. But there is no translation for “contemporary” in farsi, which is why its in English. But the problem is that no one speaks English, so if you want to know where this museum is, you literally can’t ask anyone bc they don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. So you just need to bum around until you find it, which will be what we do today apparently.
Also I’m really getting the hang of Persian humor. At parties I have mastered the art of Iranian jokes- it doesn’t really matter what you’re saying, just yell it loud and make it quick. I’m having trouble now though bc I try to be smart and use well to-do words and then I use them wrong so no one laughs. Then yesterday Maryam was like, “Meena, even when you suck at the language you never shut up.” Hahahahah. It’s true, I can’t take offense.
Also, Maryam still looks homeless everyone. She has bought no new clothes- I’m sorry I failed. But now I need to go chain drink espresso shots so that I can boost my alertness and get ready for the Museum!

vendredi 4 juin 2010

Last Week

So we have one week left here. I still have stomach flu so we had to leave this park that took us an hour by taxi to get there after 2 hours because I was going to throw up. This then led to a huge fight when we got home. Needless to say we are all just trying to figure out how we can get through this last week together without killing eachother.

On a worse note, grandma decided 3 days ago that she was no longer going to walk anywhere- not even around the house. She got the same sickness I got a week ago but as far as we knew it had cleared up, but still she decided she was too sick to leave her bed and so we had to hire another nurse to come so that when grandma had to go to the bathroom they could lift her together, but even those too couldn't lift her so dad had to come help all the time. Then 2 days ago the second nurse had to leave to do another job and Fakhri and dad were alone to lift grandma themselves. We had been planning a trip to the Caspian Sea for the weekend but Fakhri told us that if we left she wouldn't be able to lift grandma and so she would just let her lay in bed for 2 days until we got back and that there was nothing she could do. Because of this we had to cancel our trip to the sea. Then yesterday Mehran took just about all he could of this and called an ambulance to take her to the hospital. The trouble with hospitals here is that they literally will not give help to someone who comes in if there isn't someone with them that is planning to spend the entire stay with them. Because of this we put her in ICU, where visiters aren't allowed. Today we are going to see her and see if she is OK to come home or to be moved out of ICU.

On a happier note, we are going to a restaurant in the mountains this coming week! We are also going to some museums and seeing the crown jewels of the Qajar kings, who are the sheikholeslami relatives.

jeudi 3 juin 2010

WWIII

So I'm realizing that we NEED mom around at all times in order for Maryam, dad, and I to not kill each other. We were good the first week and a half but now after two weeks not a day goes by without a screaming match between two of us (one person is always dad). I forgot that mom is the one that tells dad to calm down all the time. This is getting bad because the only way dad knows how to talk is by ordering everyone around and since now we have no buffer, maryam and I have subconsciously been getting back at him by only speaking in English to him- which has been making him really annoyed. Of course this tactic is a double edged sword since we're also hurting ourselves by speaking english here. Also grandma's nurse thinks we are both rich spoiled americans. She asked us to do the laundry and then she asked, "life in Iran is hard, isn't it?" as if hanging the laundry outside was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

One thing Maryam and I have both been realizing is how much dad lies about us in Farsi. Now that we understand it's actually kind of scary. We've been calling him out on it lately, which is partly why we fight. Let's just say its good that this trip is nearing the end. Maryam and I miss wearing shorts outside and not having Iranians in your face at full volume asking you why you are not eating more.

This would all be fine, but the high altitude here is really affecting us physically. Some days I get up and I literally can't think. I've never experienced this before but it's literally like someone stole my brain in the night. I just can't even reason through simple things. When the doctor was giving me medicine for the stomach flu I asked her about it and she told me because the altitude difference is so great, Maryam and my brains don't know how to extract oxygen from the air properly so it feels like we are getting stupid but our brains are just not getting enough oxygen. This is also why we've been yawning all the time since we've been here. Actually last night someone asked me what was one thing I missed in the US and I told him I missed being intelligent.

mardi 1 juin 2010

Maladies, Royalty, and Turning Tricks

Sooo dad, grandma and I all have the stomache flu. Dad was throwing up all day 2 days ago, grandma was throwing up all yesterday, and now its my turn (I just puked so now I'll feel fine for another 20 mins, just enough time to write this). Needless to say Maryam is scared as hell that she's next.

Aside from that- Iran is still amazing. Yesterday we took cable cars up Mt Tochal and then played in the snow at the top of the mountain. It was incredible. We took plenty of pics and video so you'll all get to see them. I have affectionately called the Mountain Mt Bob Dylan, since the inhabitants surrounding the mountain speak with a bizarrely slow, semi off-key twang that sounds like they are literally dragging they're words on the ground as they're speaking. We also went to Bazaar Bozorg (quite literally big bazaar) and bought a bunch of presents! Maryam and I are getting really good at bartering now and have sometimes gotten better deals than dad has!

The great thing about Iranians is if they tell you something and you don't understand they literally won't give up on you- they'll keep explaining over and over until you get it, which has been really good for me especially when talking about specialized subjects like health care. The only bad thing is that a lot of them love to speak in english so they'll always respond in english when you speak in farsi. This is why I always talk to grandma's nurse at least 2 hours a day because she doesn't know any english. Persian is an amazing language. They literally don't even have 1/3rd as many words as we do in english so you would think some translation would be lost- but in fact its all about intonation. For example: "khoub" literally means good. But it can also mean: fun, happy, amusing, alright, ok, so, amazing, incredible, etc. I get annoyed that I can't express myself in more specific ways, but I'm picking up this art of intonation slowly.

We also went to Shahre Rey (The Royal City) which is a city thats been around for 7,000 years. The only people who live there now are poor people, but they have incredible structures there. We also visited the huge mosque there- but we weren't wearing true Islamic clothing (chador from head to toe) so they weren't going to let us in. Of course Kamran and Dad wouldn't have that so they talked the guards into letting us borrow some bed sheets and wearing them like chadors so we could enter the Royal City. We took some pictures, they are pretty amusing.

This week so party central. I mean literally we have a party to go to every night and since we didn't plan on bringing a lot of dress up clothes we just make up for it by wearing tons of make-up- which is actually the true persian style. You wouldn't believe how much make up, fake nails, and dyed hair girls our age have. I was just telling Maryam how honestly if you put one of these girls in America the majority of the population would think she was a prostitute. This is not an exaggeration. The reason is clear: the government represses women so much that they rebel by enhancing every part of themselves visible through the head scarf.

My big project for this vacation is that I'm making a gigantic video of everywhere we've been and all the activities we've done. I've done 2 minutes so far and that alone took me 3 hours- so we'll see how far this goes...

Ok time for another trip to the bathroom- I'll try and write again soon!

jeudi 27 mai 2010

Kootoolah

Ok so persians think midgets are the funniest thing ever. I've only seen 2 movies here and each one had the token midget that says dumb stuff and then everyone laughs. It's so bizarre. I told them in America we have a serious show about a midget family and their daily struggles and everyone was like, wait...it's not a comedy???

We went to a super fancy party last night it was really fun. Basically everyone thinks we are silly foreign girls and want to talk to us- which is fine with me. Also my grandma's nurse has now made us her dress up dolls and does our nails, make up and hair for all occasions and also forces us to wear her jewelry.

As far as food goes- a super fancy meal here is at most $10 a person and thats a FANCY meal. I told them $10 a person at a sit down restaurant was cheap in America. Then they asked me how much a fancy meal like that costs in America- I guessed maybe $40 a person and literally I think the people I was talking to almost fainted. They are probably not coming to America anytime soon....

mardi 25 mai 2010

Dibs

Ok so basically I should have lived here all my life. Everyone speaks at the top of their lungs, and if someone is telling a story, someone else will just all the sudden start a conversation with someone else in the original conversation and its no big deal- the two people just talk so loud and I have no idea how people can keep track of whats going on but you all know how much I love loud people who talk fast and use exaggerated hand motions while talking.

Ok so everyone here is so over the top in dress too. I mean seriously I look like a total tourist because I'm wearing like chic clothes that my aunt bought me while all these girls my same age are wearing like jeans, a plain overcoat, but then pounds of make up, their hair all done up, and wearing high heels. Literally I have no idea how they think that looks good but my uncle said since the government represses them this is their way of fighting back basically.

So Maryam and I got into a fight over whether or not Iranian boys are good looking. I say no and she says yes, so every time we see a good looking Iranian we whisper "dibs" and then see how many dibs we get every day. So far I've only dibsed like 3 people and maryam dibs all the skinny tall boys (of course)who look american, which actually isn't that many since Iranian boys are all 5'5''. So I think we can all just say that I was right. And Peter and Paur- no luck on your front, my dar is so off in this country its not even funny.

Also- everyone makes fun of maryam bc she's a vegetarian. Every chance they ge they make a joke about it hahahahha. I love it, slash usually join in. Mar likes it though because it gives her a chance to practice farsi even if it means getting made fun of.

Ok so today we are getting our federally recognized citizenship ID cards (like a drivers liscence)so that if police stop us we look legit. I'm also going to meet all the persian AIESECers today or tomorrow!!!

Ok last thing- yesterday we went to this huge rose garden, and in the middle was a cafe, situated in such a way that the breeze rolls in at just the right amount and you sip tea while looking out at this huge rose garden, with roses as tall as 5 feet. It was seriously incredible. It was like drinking tea in paradise, surrounded by grass and trees greener than anything I've seen, and then red and pink roses all around, the colors were so vivid I couldn't stop looking at them. It only sucks because here you need a permit to take pictures in the streets or in any shop or restaurant so we couldn't take pics. But our cousin is getting a permit next week so we'll be able to.

We're here!

Ok sorry I haven't posted at all and we've been here almost a week but here it is! Internet is slow so I'll be brief and post more often:

I LOVE Iran. Seriously- Tehran is a beautiful city with so many amazing things to see and do. Already we have seen a few museums, met a ton of people and gone sight seeing around the city. Kamran (our long lost cousin) has taken us on many different expeditions, sight seeing, tea drinking at different cafes, and also photography taking (he is studying journalism at U). We see Mehran and Marjan every night and after only 5 days here I already understand a lot of the slang and bigger words people use and I usually know whats going on now. Maryam is also catching on slowly. I feel like I've known them all my life basically everything rocks and the only bad thing is that I have to wear all this clotihng when I go outside. But even that is alright bc marjan bought us swanky clothes from this boutique so we look like rich snobs yesssss. Ok I'll type more tomorrow but my grandma's nurse wants to practice english now so I g2g!

mercredi 19 mai 2010

Leaving Tomorrow!!!

Most of our luggage is packed, and we are almost ready to go to Iran. Apparently my grandma also has a cook at her house as well, so we are going to have it made.

Our uncles came over tonight to give us the presents they had bought for our family members. It was actually really funny because my dad, homi, and kayhan were getting into a debate over who spent more money and who bought for more people. Then my dad comes out of nowhere with this list he had made with people divided into levels. If you bought for someone on a certain level, you had to buy for everyone else on that same level and also everyone on every level underneath them. He informed Homi and Kayhan that they had only bought for people on level 1, while he had bought for everyone through level 3. Triumphant once again, Bizhan.


I won't be able to blog again for a few days since we will be in flight, but expect an update by the end of the weekend :)

mardi 18 mai 2010

T-2 Days Until Take Off!

Hey Everyone! Thanks for checking out my blog! I'm super excited to be able to go to Iran and while I am kind of nervous, I also know its going to be amazing!!!

Basically all that needs to happen between now and take off is packing...which I hate doing. Maryam has been occupying her time by baking non-stop: she has made 4 different desserts now in the last 24 hours. Not sure if she's baking off the stress or just wants me to get super fat before we go to Iran.

Mom is obviously upset that she won't be able to come- but I think she is also secretly excited to have the house to herself for a while with no one messing up the kitchen.

So a little about the trip:

We are staying at our grandma's house, who apparently has a stationary bike we can use which is great bc I refuse to get fat while I'm over there. We already have been invited to about 10 million people's houses so its going to be a very fun trip!

My friends in Iran told me there are a few internet cafes around my grandma's house so I'll be able to update this blog fairly often! I'l also try and update my twitter if I can, you can follow me my twitter name is Meenazia

Those concerned about our safety DON'T WORRY! We are going to be living in a very nice neighborhood and will not be participating in any protests!

So that's all for now! Tell me if you have questions or anything I'll be happy to answer :)