Goin into Iran June 1978

We were able to enter Iran, but news reports warned of troubled times there too. My parents both loved exposing us to different cultures and I remember going to beautiful persian palaces and significant places in Iran. I did not know if my friend Rebecca or if the Eberharts had made it out alive. I had exchanged addresses with all of them, so I have kept in touch with them over time. Next time I write in a week from now, I will recap our adventures in nearby Turkey, when one night a truck load of men came one night to our tent with the possible intent to stone us. Rumors were floating that foreigners and locals had been killed by stone throwing from midnight raids. Well, that is for next week. This all really happened... crazy as it might sound.