On A Red Chair
I am at Heathrow Airport's brand new terminal, Terminal 5. I asked someone where to go to find inernet access and I was told: Anywhere on a red chair! So, here I am, waiting for my flight, sharing the moment with you. I met some remarkable Iranians on my trip. Well, of course I had already met the most remarkable ones of the bunch, my dear and old friend Shohreh, her fabulous mother, Malek, and her extraordinary daughter, Shabnam--three generations of fabulous woman and all three my very dear friends! But I also met some exceptional people about whom I will be writing here or elsewhere soon. I did come down with a dreadful cold as soon as I started my vacation, but nothing to deter me from having fun and a wonderful time. I received lovely emails and comments over the past week. Thank you. I also received three surprise text messages (SMS), two of which were from my sons, telling me profound and wise things! Life is beautiful and full of good things if you ask me! I'm running out of battery, so I sign off for now.