Thoughts.com Blogs - At the Airport

Where were we? Oh, yes, the airport! As I said, I’d lost a whole lot of time and I also was brought to a different part of the airport. Of course I was too confused to realize that, and when I went out to Asian flights terminal lounge instead of international, I had no idea why there was no one meeting me. I decided to wait. Again

    I wasn’t wearing very appropriate clothes. In Iran ladies have to cover themselves… a lot! Back at home I didn’t find anything Islamic in my wardrobe, so I decided to buy clothes when I get to Tehran. I thought I could wear a long sleeve shirt and a shawl over my usual T-shirt and jeans. Little did I know that it was going to be so long and so hot! Anyway, I sat and waited for my person to come and meet me. Meanwhile, the whole airport seemed to stare at me. I managed to take it pretty well. A girl sat next to me and started a conversation, her English wasn’t very good, but I didn’t expect even that.

    And then I saw an Arabic family come. They were transit passengers, waiting for their flight. That’s when the cultural shock that I’d been having really smashed me. I don’t know how many wives were there, but the husband was one wrinkled ugly old man. And there had to be plenty of daughters. Or he must be a huge fan of Viagra! No sons. Or maybe I just didn’t notice them in that crowd. The older (and elder) wives were also wrinkled and ugly (and fat-bottomed!), but still I could only see their eyes. That was something!

    Finally, my person found me, and I left the airport. Enough for the day. Even too much!