This is it
I only have 4 1/2 hours left in Armenia. I heave a sigh with each tick of the clock. It's going to be hard leaving this time around.
We had a little goodbye party for me last night at the Cacasus Restaurant. I don't know how I'd managed to avoid "ghorovadz" (barbecued pork) for the last three weeks, but last night was the first time I ate any. Mmmm. It was quite good. I fear I've gained some weight in the last three weeks. I'll excuse it with the fact that I needed some extra fat to keep me warm in the -10 (celsius) temperatures. I'm sure Dubai won't help my cause. Anyone wanna run a 5k when I return?
As if on cue, it started snowing last night just as we walked outside a Bunker, a rather "shepatsadzs" (snobby) new bar on Sayat Nova across from the Ani. The streets were dusted with the powder. I was so excited I practically did a cartwheel. Though if I had, I probably would've twisted my right ankle. Yes, being the klutz I am, I already twisted the left one last week. Walking down into a dark club, I missed a step and (it being the one night I thought it'd be fun to wear my high-heeled boots) lost my balance and twisted the left ankle. I've been hobbling along rather miserably since then. My walk has gotten more steady in the last couple days, but the ankle is still swollen. I'm really a woeful mess. It's a wonder I'm able to sit upright on a chair without falling off.
The whole trip has been educational in many ways. I've learned more about what it meant to live here in those dark and cold years, what it means to live in a burgeoning capitalist society now. I've learned about true friendship and loyalty, about pride and identity. And I've learned this mostly from observation. Being a journalist really is the greatest job in the world. You get to be a witness to everything, to listen in on (nearly) everything and people expect you to ask about it, be curious. Your observations and analysis are what matter. It's a fantastic thing.
But this part of my journey is nearly over. I fly to Dubai tonight, where I'll warm up and finally start writing this story. I'm sure it'll be an entirely different kind of adventure.
Until then, I'll update a few more times from Dubai, but let me say this now: Thank you all for reading this blog! Your positive feedback and comments have been so encouraging. It's been heartening to log in to a full inbox every day. Know that I miss you all and can't wait to see you when I return. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Shnorhavor nor dari yev soorp dzsnoont!
We had a little goodbye party for me last night at the Cacasus Restaurant. I don't know how I'd managed to avoid "ghorovadz" (barbecued pork) for the last three weeks, but last night was the first time I ate any. Mmmm. It was quite good. I fear I've gained some weight in the last three weeks. I'll excuse it with the fact that I needed some extra fat to keep me warm in the -10 (celsius) temperatures. I'm sure Dubai won't help my cause. Anyone wanna run a 5k when I return?
As if on cue, it started snowing last night just as we walked outside a Bunker, a rather "shepatsadzs" (snobby) new bar on Sayat Nova across from the Ani. The streets were dusted with the powder. I was so excited I practically did a cartwheel. Though if I had, I probably would've twisted my right ankle. Yes, being the klutz I am, I already twisted the left one last week. Walking down into a dark club, I missed a step and (it being the one night I thought it'd be fun to wear my high-heeled boots) lost my balance and twisted the left ankle. I've been hobbling along rather miserably since then. My walk has gotten more steady in the last couple days, but the ankle is still swollen. I'm really a woeful mess. It's a wonder I'm able to sit upright on a chair without falling off.
The whole trip has been educational in many ways. I've learned more about what it meant to live here in those dark and cold years, what it means to live in a burgeoning capitalist society now. I've learned about true friendship and loyalty, about pride and identity. And I've learned this mostly from observation. Being a journalist really is the greatest job in the world. You get to be a witness to everything, to listen in on (nearly) everything and people expect you to ask about it, be curious. Your observations and analysis are what matter. It's a fantastic thing.
But this part of my journey is nearly over. I fly to Dubai tonight, where I'll warm up and finally start writing this story. I'm sure it'll be an entirely different kind of adventure.
Until then, I'll update a few more times from Dubai, but let me say this now: Thank you all for reading this blog! Your positive feedback and comments have been so encouraging. It's been heartening to log in to a full inbox every day. Know that I miss you all and can't wait to see you when I return. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Shnorhavor nor dari yev soorp dzsnoont!
posted by eva at 2:47 AM
1 Comments:
I'll run a 5k with you -- if your ankle heels, dork! Ah, the things we (you) do for fashion!!!
--Kimmy
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