To see the way some Persians celebrate, you can watch this short video on BBC.
The kids in local schools were on holiday two weeks leading up to Nawruz and one week following, but on this particular day, there were no kids playing soccer in the streets, no women going to the market for vegetables, and no men sitting on the corner discussing the affairs of the day. In fact, there was no noise at all.
The small grocer next to the chicken guy, next to my house, closed for the day. No need to lock stuff up. It's pretty safe here.
Many in my neighborhood were heading out of town for picnics, dressed in their finest cultural clothing.
We watched our neighbors pack up their cars for picnics and the ladies came out in their beautiful dresses.
We, on the other hand, decided to take a taxi to the mall, eat out, and see a movie.
We went across the crosswalk, and still...hardly anyone around.
Going to hail a taxi.
Five of us in the backseat.
The mall was celebrating, too.
The power goes out there, just like at our house, and everyone just keeps doing what they're doing.
And then it comes back on, and no one blinks an eye.
This is one of MANY people dressed up for the holiday.
Caleb, Keira, and I took a ride through the mall in a train.
See if you can find my mutants at the movie theater...
For some reason, I found it funny that they sold Pringles at the theater.
We bought assigned seats, and we were escorted there by an employee.
Ready for "Zootropolis"
Just in case you didn't think we participated in any Nawroz celebrations, wait until my next post.