Oh, Lisa, I commiserate. My ILs live in N Africa, and we have the same dilemma. It's the same conversation every year. We try to manage to go every 2-3 yrs, and it's always the same stupid/funny issues. Like we take extra unpaid time off, and by the end of a week, we end up ready to go home. All told, the whole expense of the trip is $10-12K, and if we'd do it this year it would be much more than that. We spend thousands on tickets, another thousand of gifts no one really cares for, and thousands more to buy them things once we are there (big-ticket items like appliances, used cars).
ILs live in a mountain village with no running water, electricity installed recently, and no road. So once we're out there, we're stuck. No bathroom, not even an outhouse, no shower as long as we're there, no private room. People nosing through our luggage and asking for what personal effects we have room to bring for ourselves.
They end up slaughtering a mutton for us to eat over the course of several days, and as badly as we want to be polite, we can't bring ourselves to eat it. The children and I develop diarrhea and our bodies end up covered in flea bites. By the middle of the second week, I am weepy and insane, and everyone thinks I hate them. I beg dh to take us somewhere, he ends up planning some lame little day trip and sneaks us away. When we get back, the ILs are angry because we were gone too long, and then MIL has some sort of vague episode of "illness" that lands her in the clinic so dh has to sit at her side until it's time to leave.
Last time we went, I swore the only way the kids and I will go again is if we go for just 10 days, we rent a car, and we stay in a hotel in a nearby town and make day trips out to the village to hang out. If they want us to stay overnight, they need to be ready to provide clean, flea-free space with a private toilet and the chance to have some quiet time alone at day's end. I doubt this will ever come to pass. So it might be a while before we all go again.
I don't have a solution, but I feel your pain. I am trying to position myself as more of an authority, not looking to earn anyone's respect or trying to be liked. More of a take-it-or-leave-it offer. I don't need them to like me. I want the kids to have some fond memories of them--but if they end up too sick to have any memories, what's the point?
ILs live in a mountain village with no running water, electricity installed recently, and no road. So once we're out there, we're stuck. No bathroom, not even an outhouse, no shower as long as we're there, no private room. People nosing through our luggage and asking for what personal effects we have room to bring for ourselves.
They end up slaughtering a mutton for us to eat over the course of several days, and as badly as we want to be polite, we can't bring ourselves to eat it. The children and I develop diarrhea and our bodies end up covered in flea bites. By the middle of the second week, I am weepy and insane, and everyone thinks I hate them. I beg dh to take us somewhere, he ends up planning some lame little day trip and sneaks us away. When we get back, the ILs are angry because we were gone too long, and then MIL has some sort of vague episode of "illness" that lands her in the clinic so dh has to sit at her side until it's time to leave.
Last time we went, I swore the only way the kids and I will go again is if we go for just 10 days, we rent a car, and we stay in a hotel in a nearby town and make day trips out to the village to hang out. If they want us to stay overnight, they need to be ready to provide clean, flea-free space with a private toilet and the chance to have some quiet time alone at day's end. I doubt this will ever come to pass. So it might be a while before we all go again.
I don't have a solution, but I feel your pain. I am trying to position myself as more of an authority, not looking to earn anyone's respect or trying to be liked. More of a take-it-or-leave-it offer. I don't need them to like me. I want the kids to have some fond memories of them--but if they end up too sick to have any memories, what's the point?






and found your thread. I think it's great that you are willing to go to Iran--and on your own, no less--so that your children can know their grandparents. I've known so many multicultural spouses who wouldn't deign to travel accompanied, nevermind alone. And to Iran. Without a working knowledge of Farsi. You've got some chutzpah. 








