You are most welcome Aram. It is Sheila and Antoine's humble house on the top of the mountain. Too bad, Ararat is hiding.... But he'll come back. Sirov
Apologies Antoine, of course it is Sheila's and your house, pardon the oversight on my part: it is amended. I look forward to being acquainted with Ararat soon! The surrounding mountains and valleys are gorgeous enough in the meantime
Pardon the dark thoughts, it is a dark day for me today. I mean, the saying comes to mind because after all, even though I am having trouble with the inequities of life in general, and here in particular, it is humbling to think we will all die in the end: perhaps those believing in an afterlife think there are differences, I don't. I remember saying this a few times while in Yeghegnadzor to people I was speaking to about how unfair it is that some of us are "born wealthy" compared to so many in the rest of the world, that in the end we are all the same. I thought I was being empathetic: but maybe it was more to appease myself, now that I think of it. It's a dark day for many reasons, including literally so. It has been cloudy every day I have been in Yerevan. After being in sunny (for the most part) Yeghegnadzor, while driving here via the winding roads back into the valley, I saw Ararat and Masis towering over a hazy cloudy mass below (which I never got to photograp
A week has passed since I last wrote. Honestly, I have not been motivated to do so since my return, even though I have felt like I should: there is so much that I think readers would appreciate, stories to tell and pictures to share. I think I needed a week to readjust, and to take care of some personal issues. On the day I returned I had to pass a mandatory covid test at the Toronto airport: although I read up on what to expect, nowhere had I read about a test... but it's a good idea I think. The tester was VERY thorough with the nostril portion of the test: and unlike my first test in Ottawa, for this one I was stabbed through both nostrils, with a good 10-15 second (each) twirling of the swab. Uncomfortable, but not painful. I guess I got used to it! (I received my result a few days ago: NEGATIVE again! Woohoo!) I am quarantined, alone, at my friend's condo which is mere blocks from my own house, with a beautiful view of the nearby Ottawa river. This is the most difficult pa
In the plane now. Wonderful, I have another seat mate who is incredibly vigilant on mask wearing... the sneezing and coughing I am hearing on the plane doesn’t help matters much. But I will admit, I am much more relaxed than I was once upon a time, seemingly so long ago. People really don’t get the concept of closed spaces being more conducive to COVID spread. I do have my fix the mask getup on, and will hope for the best. As I wrote once upon a time, I "leave it in god’s hands"... (postscript: in the end, it wasn't too bad, she put her mask on for most of the flight. Though many were wearing their mask "Armenian style" throughout the flight...) OK, enough of that. As mentioned I will keep this blog going for a while after my return, I have some more information to relate for those who are interested, and for my own reflection as well. I will with great pleasure personally answer any questions people have, so do please feel free to get in touch if needed. Again,
You are most welcome Aram. It is Sheila and Antoine's humble house on the top of the mountain.
ReplyDeleteToo bad, Ararat is hiding.... But he'll come back.
Sirov
Apologies Antoine, of course it is Sheila's and your house, pardon the oversight on my part: it is amended.
DeleteI look forward to being acquainted with Ararat soon! The surrounding mountains and valleys are gorgeous enough in the meantime