Ashk e Khoshal - Happy Tears

Inside Tehran we received long stares and the occasional smile, but outside Tehran is another story - welcome to Yazd. My heart hurts watching the locals wave at our bus as we drive by, as if we were someone important - I'm so ashamed. They are the royal ones with their open hearts. Walking through the bazaar last night, we couldn't get very far without an exchange of smiles, handshakes, and people saying "hello" in English. These people couldn't be more elated to see Westerners, but they're even more delighted to find out we are Americans.