It’s so strange to think we parted ways in the early morning hours with bleary eyes and lots of hugs. This trip exceeded any expectations I may have had. And based on our emotional goodbye dinner, I wasn’t the only one impacted. Each of us was touched in deeply personal ways, and I believe this trip brought clarity and a stronger connection for most about what it means to have one's roots stem from this rich and fascinating land. I can’t say that I understand what it means to be Armenian, but at least I have a better idea now. I’ve seen every region of this beautiful country, spoken with its people (albeit mostly through translation), devoured its delicious food, and collected some amazing experiences. There’s so much more to build on, too, in terms of history, art, politics, etc. And I am happy to have the chance to stay here for the rest of the summer, to absorb and experience more through FAR and through day-to-day life. But I’ll miss my travel companions, now friends. Every day.
Have I reached honorary Armenian status? I don’t know. Perhaps. I did however receive a nomination one night in Karabagh as the best Armenian dancer in the group. I’ll gladly take that for now.
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