Oh my what a greeting! Arriving at Tehran train station we were greeted with flashing cameras, red carpet rolled out, waiters dressed smart with their white gloves on and hundreds of smiling people standing to see us. As we walked down towards the vip room, given so many red and white roses by the locals with a tag saying ‘I love you”. It was such a beautiful warm welcome!

Being escorted through the vip room, with more cameras taking pictures, we were offered tea and cakes. Then ushered out the back entrance into our next drivers car. Traveling through the streets of down town Tehran, our guide was explaining to us that this was the not the nicest of areas. He explained he is going to take us to see the chic places of up town and where he lives, before having some lunch.

Mrs G and I were so happy, our guide really knew it all. He took us up the mountain and guess what! I saw snow! Lots and lots of snow! We stopped at an art museum on top of the hill and as soon as we pulled up I had to have a play in the white fluffy snow. Throwing it up in the air, how wonderful this was for me being back in snow!

Entering the museum we spent about an hour in the shop before seeing any paintings..Last minute presents! The generosity yet again, getting coffee and cake. When we walked into one of the rooms a family stopped to ask if for pictures of G and I. We sure felt special in Iran 🙂

On our way back down the hill, Bahman insisted we meet his wife and daughter not far from where we were. I couldn’t explain how welcoming they were, offering us an unlimited supply of tea, sweets and fruit.  They proceed to show us paintings Camillea, Bahmans wife had done. My was she talented, and elegant, and so incredibly happy. Not to forget their lovely daughter Rojan, who sweetly played the piano for us. Such a flow she had with her hands, only being 15 she really knew how to play. They even offered us their bedrooms, thinking maybe we wouldn’t want to stay at the hotel and be in a more comfortable environment. Its just such an eye opener how generous Persians are. We as westerners could never live up to how kind this family has been to us. What a picture the media plant in our heads of Iran not being safe to visit. Its just fascinating how the image they perceive is just a mirage.