My dad flew in from Tehran today and I was too excited to meet him at the airport. He is here for two days and we stayed up tonight talking and laughing and catching up. He had not seen the new apartment and absolutely loves it. It makes me happy to see him gloat about the new pad to his friends.

I finally commissioned the Winnie the Pooh series in the kitchen... they look great. The artist was a joy to work with and now I have a bunch of Winnie the Pooh scenes all over my kitchen.

Tonight we got pulled over again coming home from dinner. This time we just talked our way out of it. We said we were tourists and got out with our cameras and said we had never seen an Armenian cop before and could we please take a picture (50 dram for print) which saved us the customary 2 dollar hand off. I don't know if he was excited to be photographed or scared that his photograph would be taken over to his boss but he welcomed us to the country and sent us on our way.

Tonight I went to dinner with my uncle Varooj who is another Los Angeles Armenian who has moved here. We were talking about winter and living here and how different and exciting it is... and he called us Pioneers... he called himself the Pioneer for the older generation and me... well for the younger generation I guess. It was nice to see Varooj hopar as our conversation brought back that amazing fervor and love I have for this country.

Tomorrow my dad and I will run around and do some things for the house and spend some more quality time together. It is nice to have him here.