Fallen

This past week had a bit of "careful what you wish for" zest to it, due to the overlapping nature of all things good.

Primero, Euro-researchers strummed the strings of my immigration-obsessed self during a 3-day conference hosted by the European Council. So I, the person who has become the researched - a la one-way ticket, sat mouth agape listening to E.U. reps insisting Armenia pave their own way by learning from things gone wrong on the Western end while begging, simply through their presence, for as much conformity as possible. References to America were often preceded and followed by phrases noting anomalies, thus dismissed in a sense. I cringed when I heard "illegal." Counterparts and I found references to "stopping" migration interesting. Circular Migration - keep a look out for that one friends, it's the new do.

While this was taking place the professor came out for the field visit to land of the new - for the UT field office anyway. The roommate and I are the first to roost within these particular borders, making the visit that much more necessary, pick a perspective, any perspective. I had yet to take a walking tour provided by Envoy, so readily signed the three of us up along with a day trip to the Armenian Sea, Sevan Lake. Pre-tours, we had a welcome meal at a place that was decorated by theme of Russian Winter Land. Seriously, I'm sure an Ice Queen just popped her head in and blew a fine stream of her gloriousness into the top floor of Old Yerevan Restaurant (the link is included for your convenience, but I will say that there is no justice present and don't even Think that what I write is to any degree embellished). The host warned that we could go to the top floor where there would be music, but only mentioned the birthday party taking place once we stepped out of the elevator. I Did pause and try to turn back, but then remembered that her face was saying, "this is completely normal, who'd ever think about turning this opportunity down?" Thank goodness for the split second of brain power.

Now to dip into the Spelling Bee in Sisian. Thank you for the invitation to judge (right from the mssw mouth). Feet were dragging at this point, but I was craving kiddo time. They just flutter ya know?! Flutter around with all of this purity you just want to ooze into as they speed past with words or feet. And I sure did want to die when they said "hah" instead of "h" or spelled "r-y-e" instead of "w-r-y." They could have only exceeded cute-factor-8 if they were about 80 years older wearing slippers while feeding ducks at a The pond. My last remnants of spark went into eye muscles as I strained with all my soul to be as encouraging or consoling as possible without jumping out of my seat to give bear hugs in an Amyx sort of way. heh. It was good.

Unfortunately, there was nothing left for the team of Peace Corps members celebrating a job well done at one of Sisian's 1.5 (according to Schwabathan) restaurants. heh! That was just as interesting as the first part of the day. If any of you have ever been around me drained, you're familiar with the night/day feel to it all. I got a couple of are-you-doing-okays and repetition of questions that just whizzed by my head like an 8th-grader to the assembly hall.

Thanks to a dear sweet soul I am having for dinner potato and egg tacos. If you reread that sentence I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner, don't do it! Tis true, the Flouriest of tortilla tacos. In. My. Armenian House. Also, thank you Guerreros for the creation.

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