“I have been in beautiful places in the Land of Noah that I just have to leave. That’s an interesting trouble for me as a traveler. To be surrounded by amazing beauty that is compelling to the eyes.” -Bea C. Pilotin
When staring off the surface, it means only one thing- from the deep well of happiness, I’m wishing to make one happy story, but, NO. I will not try to write about happiness this time. Not even a pretentious fancy, huh!
I want to experience it!
Well, how does one describe the beauty of an amazing place? Word by word. Detail by detail. Sense by sense.
ARMENIA: was a Soviet country for around 70 years. That was a period when the love and respect towards the rulers used to gain different forms of expression. A nation, in the mountainous Caucasus region between Asia and Europe. Among the earliest Christian civilizations, it’s defined by religious sites including the Greco-Roman Temple of Garni and 4th-century Etchmiadzin Cathedral headquarters of the Armenian Church. Bordered by Turkey to the west, Georgia to the north, the de facto independent Nagorno-Karabakh Republic and Azerbaijan to the east and Iran and Azerbaijan’s exclave of Nakhchivan to the south. One of the oldest wine producing countries in the world. Did you know that chess is a compulsory subject in schools? Quite interesting, huh! It was in Yerevan where many huge international chess tournaments have been held. It’s the Armenia which was the first country to have adopted Christianity as its state religion and one of the only mono-ethnic countries in the world. The first church in the world was built in this country. An estimated 1.5 million Armenians were massacred during the Genocide. Armenians bake their lavash underground in a tonir. The entire country worship Mt. Ararat which is also a national symbol of Armenia. The apricot is one of the symbols of the country. The Yerevan is also called as, The Pink City. There’s a stork village here in Armenia. And there is no discrimination between tourists and locals in the country.
The sight of HOPE was dazzling and intoxicating. Such beauty! I was alive to feel it- to see it. The intoxicating scents of the City were caressing me- pine needles, wood smoke, crisp cold smell and chestnuts in the fire. Oh, the snow was so beautiful! How wonderful not to have died before this. To have been allowed, breathed and felt the happiness. Heaven is here on earth.
It was an early December. A soft blast of wind threw a snow into my face. The cold comfort charms and the sweetness of winter invited me out. I woke up sticking my head out between the sliding door to the terrace and stared at the statue of Mother of Armenia. It’s truly magnificent, victoriously and jubilantly rises in Victory Park. Sometimes you’ve got the feeling that this statue was seen from any angle and any high building in Yerevan. It’s one of the tallest statues in Yerevan. It was 22 meters (approximately 72 feet) high. Overall, the monument together with the statue is 51 meters (approximately 167 feet) high. The statue and the pedestal were made of different materials. It’s made of hammered copper and the pedestal – of basalt. But now, it’s gone- all covered or wrapped with snow. The beautiful colors of the leaves were all gone. The place was totally white. I was so impressed! I went out to the terrace and inhaled the scent of the snow. It was so good- so lovely. I felt like I was in heaven, then returning back on my table, taking sips of Georgian tea, the warmth radiated through my body. It’s always the first sip or two that stirs to the soul. Why is that? Ah, I didn’t struggle to describe the word, “happiness” at all. “Oh God, this place is heaven as they said and it’s true! A wonderland whose beauty is beyond almost anything I have ever seen. How about finding out?
Putting on a pair of navy blue jeans and jonquil-purple wool blouse with a contrasting navy blue coat. I walked over to the mirror to brush my hair- and I started to feel an excitement. I couldn’t help it. The more I have to think about snow, the eager I was to see it. I went outside while the snow was fresh and smooth, no remark of footprints. As I walked through a strangely quiet City, every sound muffled, under a slate-grey sky that promised more snow. I looked around me- the cafés were full of people who came in to escape the snow. Inside, every seat was taken and people stood deep at the bar. There was musty smell. Windows were steamed up.