our town's yearly holiday

I wish I could upload all the pictures that I would like to! It takes a very long time to do so. A very very longggg time!

So, life in Armenia. What can I say other that it's amazing here. I really love the picturesque landscape and they are keeping me very busy here... very very busy. The people are great and I have a wonderful host family. (Above) are my host parents, Ashot and Jemma. They have been very patient with my crazy Amerikatse ways. I also have a tatik (below), a sister, a brother and a bunch of cousins and uncles and aunts. They love to cook, eat, and dance!

Many of my co- "commovores" volunteers in my town, have "bucket list" goals for their time in Hayastan. I haven't really thought of many yet, but I think that it might be a great idea. I will keep you posted on some short and long term goals other than my main reasons for being here.

Let me know if you can think of anything I should add to the list:)
So much has happened in the past few weeks I wish I would have been able to keep up with this blog during those times. I wrote a bunch of letters but then when I got a phone I told everyone almost everything I had wrote. So... sorry guys! I haven't sent out any letters quite yet.

I am in a small village with 8 great volunteers, and 2 Language and Culture Trainers. I am surrounded by mountains, some of which my friends have already hiked. (Maybe this should be a goal... I need to work up to something like that....) But, when I say mountains I mean that I've seen snow capped mountains and majestic green mountains. Cows grazing on them: aplenty.
Yesterday was the yearly town holiday. The entire village drove or hiked in fairly hot and dusty weather to an extremely old church on the side of a mountain. The drive itself was somewhat... interesting. It may be that vehicles in rural Armenia have no suspension or probably anything working in their cars except tires and an engine. I say this because I remember how easy it was to hit a pothole and bust a spring, when this road was something I don't think I would have wanted to have Ryan drive an ATV on. (and he's talented)... So, I guess my clunker back home would be hott stuff on these mountainous backroads.
Anyway, when my host brother, Matso, got us to the church, we were immediately swarmed by people selling candles and small gifts. They actually opened up my hands and put candles into them, then closed my hands and wanted money. Haha, it's ok though- I wasn't the only one this happened to- there were 7 more of us at one point or another:) Someone from the family, maybe an uncle??, who is visiting from Moscow bought me some rosary beads which was very kind, but humorous at the same time. I'm not sure what to do with rosary beads but I know there are lots of pictures floating around of me wearing them around my neck because he insisted...
The candles I had bought didn't really light... they just ended up being more wax next to other lit candles. But it was interesting to see the inside of this church ablazen, and I took a couple pictures I hope to share someday I have more time to upload. When we walked out of the church, we rang a bell and walked backwards (because you never turn your back on the altar). Down a small hill is a small "lake", no bigger than a large inground swimming pool which the locals were quite fond of. I believe it is rooted in the legends and origins of the town.
An interesting aspect of this ceremony was the animal sacrifice ritual. Matso had put two tied up chickens in the trunk, and I was surprised I was unaware of that fact (I would think I would have heard them!!) until he took them and brought them near the church. We volunteers had been told that animal sacrifice was a part of the town tradition, but did not know really what to expect. My brother shallowly cut the chickens then smeared a cross of blood on his sweet little cousin's forehead. I'm not sure if this is normal, I didn't see anyone else with this blood cross, but she was happy with it. He put the chickens back in the trunk of his car, and I don't know what happened except we headed back and had really great chicken for dinner.
Actually, dinner was a feast. There were about 30-40 people who came to my "entanik", family's, house. It was a carb fest, with "horovats" which is barbequed meat, chicken, a ton of fresh vegetables, fruits, cheese (my favorite), candy, cakes, breads, (lavash is the main bread.. it's like a wrap), soda, wine, vodka, coffee, tea... After eating for what seemed like hours we did some Armenian dancing. I am a horrible dancer... but I will elaborate on that some other time:)
And so was our town's yearly celebration. It was fantastic! I will catch you up on everything else when I get a chance!