Bowlings Abroad

The crisp fall air hit our faces as we stepped outside the airport and bulky men with cigarettes precariously pinched between their lips offered “taxi?”

Yerevan in October is picturesque–reminiscent of any bustling city in the throes of the fall season. Red, orange, and yellow leaves dot the sidewalks. Couples laughing over wine or brandy at a local cafe. Tourists wide-eyed, trying to read signs in Armenian and English. Bakeries, hookah bars, and shaurma shops (yes, the spelling is different) line the street inviting you to take a moment for yourself.

One of our favorite things to do in a new city is just walk. We let “the spirit lead” the way as we turn down narrow alleyways, stop for an espresso, or decide to pause at a beautiful church.

The City

While Yerevan feels like so many cities we’ve traveled to, it also has its own beat. One distinguishing element is the towering and magnificent Mount Ararat in the background. We could never actually capture this on camera but often found ourselves staring at it. Another aspect is the undercurrent of a complex history informing the daily lives of people today as Nate noted in his blog post.

The Blue Mosque (image to the right) is the only mosque remaining in all of Armenia, serving as a place of worship, a museum, and a language center. A lovely Armenian woman originally from Iran gave us a short tour of the grounds, leaving us with stories of the past and a tour of her classroom where she teaches Russian!

A trip to Yerevan would be incomplete without a visit to the Armenian Genocide Memorial & Museum. Obviously as educators, we prioritize learning about a country’s history–even the tough parts. As awful and heartbreaking as the experience always is, we are forced to see humanity's most cruel moments and consider how we might live today with more empathy and kindness to those that are different from ourselves. It’s also a reminder why telling a group of people to “get over it” when it comes to such atrocities is ridiculous. Be it about slavery, the Holocaust, the Armenian Genocide, or what’s happening in Gaza today, pain and trauma is deeply rooted in a community and it takes immense effort to take steps towards healing.

Day Trips to the Countryside

As we age, we find ourselves succumbing to local tours. In the old days, we’d hop on public transportation, gesture our way through a bus station terminal or haul our backpacks on a train. I’m not above that by any means and don’t get me started on my favorite places in the world and their beautiful metro systems (Mexico City, I see you. Hong Kong, I have not forgotten).

Adding complexity is that some places we travel would be too stressful to try to drive through. The Armenian countryside proved to be such. As we dodged cows, followed detours through villages, we appreciated our driver, Edgar’s adept ability to maneuver the minivan as we focused on Nina’s tour.

First stop Sevanavank monastery overlooking Sevan Lake.

A quick stop for lunch at a popping side-of-the-road cafeteria, the Tsovagyugh supermarket and food court. Note the lavash is easily the size of a throw-blanket!

Next up Goshavank monestary built in the 10th-13th centuries. Words cannot describe the serenity and wonder I felt standing on these grounds, imagining this as the hub of community it provided.

We continued our journey to the Haghartsin monastery. The way this church was situated in the orange and yellow hillside was breathtaking and reminiscent of New England falls. Funny enough, the monastery underwent key renovation thanks to the generosity of a Sheikh from the UAE!

Our excursion culminated in a stop at Dilijan National Park. Hugging our jackets tightly, we followed the trail and stomped through the wet leaves feeling right at home (Pacific Northwest).

This concludes our trek through the Caucasus.

The call of khinkali will bring us back to this region but for now, we turn our sights to the next adventure.