{"id":5732,"date":"2013-07-29T08:30:19","date_gmt":"2013-07-29T12:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=5732"},"modified":"2013-08-19T08:21:38","modified_gmt":"2013-08-19T12:21:38","slug":"last-day-in-yerevan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=5732","title":{"rendered":"Last Day in Yerevan"},"content":{"rendered":"

Monday – July 29, 2013<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun was bright and warm today as it had been every day for the last two weeks. \u00a0I learned a new\u00a0phrase in the Eastern Armenian dialect, “Shok eh!” \u00a0Which means the weather is hot! \u00a0Although I speak a different dialect of Armenian from the people here, \u00a0I had plenty of opportunities to practice my language skills during the last two weeks. \u00a0It was great fun to be in a foreign country and to be able to speak the language.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Statue of Stepan Shahumyan<\/span><\/p>\n

After a week in a new city, I usually learn to navigate the streets without feeling lost. \u00a0Today, the streets of Yerevan were beginning to feel familiar and this weekend I was able to travel around the city easily. \u00a0I left the hotel after breakfast and chose to walk on back streets to get to the western side of the city to explore areas a bit off the tourist track.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Local Transportation<\/span><\/p>\n

The van in the above photo is one kind of public transportation which operates along predetermined routes. \u00a0The local people cram themselves into the vans and tell the driver where they want to get off. \u00a0There are also large public buses but many people prefer the vans because they move faster through crowded streets. \u00a0The vans are a Russian tradition which are called, “marshrutkas.” \u00a0They cost the same as the larger buses and have specific stops but will make other stops at the rider’s request.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Entrance to the Blue Mosque<\/span><\/p>\n

I continued to follow back streets and found a short cut to Lower Mesrop Mashtots Avenue, a major street in Yerevan. \u00a0I happened upon the ‘Blue Mosque’ which is the only mosque in Yerevan. \u00a0It was built in 1765 and serves as a reminder that the Persian Empire extended as far North as Yerevan. \u00a0The mosque had fallen into ruin during Soviet times but has been carefully rebuilt by Iranian benefactors.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Interior Courtyard<\/span><\/p>\n

I was greeted by an older Armenian woman who told me she was from Teheran. \u00a0She explained that she worked there as a guide and language teacher for the Iranian students who lived in Yerevan. \u00a0Iran has always had a large Armenian population.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Interior of the Blue Mosque<\/span><\/p>\n

By the time we entered the mosque, we were joined by two German students of history. \u00a0The guide explained the history of the Blue Mosque and commented that there are only three ‘blue’ mosques in the world. \u00a0The other two are in Istanbul and Mecca and are identified by their beautiful blue tiles. \u00a0I remembered the gorgeous blue interior tiles of the mosque in Istanbul when I visited in 2010.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>A Clay Tablet Called a ‘Mohr’<\/span><\/p>\n

The guide stated that Iranians are Shias and she explained some differences between Sunni and Shia Muslims. \u00a0The tour ended promptly at 1:00 as people began to congregate for the afternoon prayer. \u00a0The German students invited me for a cup of tea in a local cafe. \u00a0They said they had recently arrived in Armenia and were eager to speak to an Armenian descendent from the diaspora.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Shared Vegetarian Lachmajoun<\/span><\/p>\n

At the outdoor cafe we joined an Armenian\/American couple who were visiting to attend a sporting event in Yerevan. \u00a0We all shared our experiences and opinions of world affairs and exchanged recommendations of sights. \u00a0One of the best rewards of traveling for me, is to meet people from other places in the world to talk and share ideas and experiences.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>The Royal Tulip Hotel<\/span><\/p>\n

After some snacks and cups of strong Armenian coffee, we went our separate ways. \u00a0I showed the German students how to read their fortunes in the bottom of Armenian coffee cups. \u00a0This was an old Armenian custom. \u00a0I continued to zig-zag my way across the center of the city to Abovyan Street. \u00a0This was my last chance to see as much of Yerevan as I could.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Yerevan State Hamazgayin Theater<\/span><\/p>\n

My goal was to see the chapel of St. Astvatsatsin, more commonly know as Katoghikeh. \u00a0The small chapel was built in 1229 and is the oldest and only surviving medieval church in Yerevan. \u00a0I thought this would be an appropriate finale to my weeks in Armenia. \u00a0My guide book stated that Katoghikeh was “the cultural gem of Yerevan.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>St. Astvatsatsin –\u00a0Katoghikeh<\/span><\/p>\n

As I walked up Abovian Street just off the corner of Sayat Nova Avenue, I was greeted by a large construction site. \u00a0At first, I was disappointed but then I saw the tiny ancient chapel nestled next to a new stone church under construction. \u00a0The original church had been destroyed by an earthquake in 1679. \u00a0During Russian domination of Armenia, the little chapel was hidden from the Soviets by other buildings and miraculously survived intact.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>The Tiny Chapel of Katoghikeh<\/span><\/p>\n

The new building project is ambitious and will become an active religious complex with a residence for the Catholicos of the Armenian Church. \u00a0The tiny chapel has survived natural disasters and endured the hardships of war and politics. \u00a0Much like the Armenian people, the little chapel is a survivor which is being rebuilt and is looking toward a promising future.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Details of the New St. Astvatsatsin Church<\/span><\/p>\n

“Shok eh,” I thought as \u00a0I walked back down Abovyan Street toward Republic Square. \u00a0I decided to stop at a sidewalk cafe for a bottle of spring water and a light salad before returning to my hotel. \u00a0As I sat in the shade of the cafe watching the people pass by, I heard my name called. \u00a0I turned to see one of the people who I had befriended on our trip to Karabagh. \u00a0He was a mathematics teacher from Saxony, Germany who came to Armenia to visit a friend and see the countryside. \u00a0He joined me for a snack before leaving to meet some friends. We talked about our time in Yerevan and we compared experiences. \u00a0It was nice to bump into a friend in a strange city.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Selling Lotto Tickets<\/span><\/p>\n

At six o’clock, I rushed back to the hotel to call my cousin Anahit to make plans to see her. \u00a0Anahit and her husband, Karen, had invited me out this evening. \u00a0They picked me up at the hotel and we drove to a lovely park. \u00a0The air was cool and we sat at an outdoor cafe which featured live music.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Anahit and Karen<\/span><\/p>\n

Anahit said that during the summer, she and her neighbors like to walk down to the park at night to sit and enjoy the entertainment. \u00a0It was peaceful and we had a pleasant time talking and listening to music. \u00a0It was a wonderful way to end my visit to the Yerevan and the Republic of Armenia.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/a>Karen and Anahit at the Cafe<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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