Well, after 4 weeks reeking havoc on the streets of Yerevan, my last 24 hours in this city have come. I'm sure our legacy as the crazy americans will outlive us, as half of Yerevan A) knows us by name, B) can hear us from our house, or C) has seen me fall out of a cab at least once. I will miss the lemenjun and the kebab, the smell of smog in the morning and feeling of bugs biting you at night. I'll miss the fact that in one week we were able to meet half of the city, the drunken nights out on the town, and the true attempt to watch the entirety of the light show at Republic Square. The bus rides to our destinations will forever haunt...i mean...stay with me in my mind, and the various nights at home talking about life by the barbecue on the back patio sitting under the grapevines will not be a scene i can so readily forget. Face it, Yerevan rocked, and mostly because we rocked it. Numerous facebook friends, numerous encounters, husbands, and burnt bridges later, i feel as though it is time for us to move on to our next and final location....Dilijan.
Watch out Dilijan, here we come!
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