Each person you encounter along the journey is a king opening up his palace to welcome you, writes Luis de Terry | Additional words and photos: José Luis Martinez
Iran? Isn’t it dangerous? Will you be safe?
These were just a few of the typical questions my friends asked me when I mentioned my next travel destination.
My trip to the Islamic Republic of Iran was nothing short of wonderful, awesome, interesting, beautiful, fun, moving, mind-opening… I could go on and on about this unexpected land.
I might have known something about the history of this country and the Persian Empire, with its intellectual and artistic greatness, military glory and cultural sophistication dating back to over 2,500 years, but being exposed to its remains, visiting the archaeological sites, the museums, the palaces, the gardens and the bazaars revealed its true magnificence. The roots of that great empire are still embedded in people’s minds and hearts, and each person we encounter on the way is a king opening up his palace to welcome us. The hospitality, warm and kind, is beyond anything I’d ever experienced, and I just felt at home.
Of nomadic origin thousands of years ago, Iranian people are still nomads in their minds and hearts. They can set up tents to sleep at places we would think impossible, from parks to parking spaces, in sidewalks and in the middle of nature. They are indeed the “picnic kings,” with an amazing ability to “camp,” prepare tea (or a full banquet) and enjoy themselves almost anywhere permitted (but it is permitted in the most unbelievable places), just by unrolling a carpet or a plastic to define the space that will be used, and for which they always seem to be prepared. They simply remove their shoes to step onto this rug and into a world of human connections that take place inside the rug. And this includes inviting passersby like me to join them.