Yesterday started at 4:30, by waking this precious thing up and taking her to the airport. A five our plane ride didn’t just land us on the other side of the country, it landed us in a culture from the other side of the world.
It’s a culture of rugs and art, of fresh green almonds and fruit I’ve never seen before picked off trees.
My husband had warned me that we were staying in a batchlor pad. That must mean something else in Iran. This qwirky rug covered, art covered place is amazing. Every child should learn to crawl on such stimulating carpets.
As the wife of an Iranian, I have somewhat reluctantly accepted carpets in our home. As impressive as a handwoven silk rug is, I’ve never really appreciated their beauty until now. I’m ready to embrace them wholeheartedly.
Cross-cultural marriages are the best.
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