Aghveran, in the province of Kotayk, is a mountain village known for its resorts and natural beauty. It was my introduction to Armenia. My Peace Corps cohort (A25: A for Armenia, 25 for the 25th year of Peace Corps Armenia) was taken to Aghveran after a frazzling series of nature-defying transcontinental flights had dropped us in Yerevan in the middle of the night. Our four-day orientation was held here: 9 hours of sessions a day, and freedom during whatever hours you could squeeze from either side of that training that weren’t already given over to exhaustion.
There are trees in Aghveran, and plants and birds and mountains and everything else a good mountain resort should have. And if I was going to be in a place as pretty as this, I figured that I might as well hike it during the few hours of sunlight available to me. We had four days to spend at this resort, and many of us spent our free time walking around and seeing what was there to be seen. And for legs and minds weighed down by nine hours of sitting and policy discussion, all this rambling about in unknown woods was a welcome digression. Continue reading “Here and There in Aghveran”→
The human mind has yet to catch up to the realities of modern travel.
Speed, for instance: today’s traveler, riding coach on a budget airline, might travel two hundred miles in twenty minutes; to her ancestors, doughty hunter-gatherers of noble bearing, this is a world and a half, the kind of long journey through peril, mystery, and alien nations that becomes the epic poem of the tribe. (Our modern traveler’s trip might get a blog post.) A human in motion, unassisted by vehicles, might walk at a rate of three miles per hour and run somewhere in the neighborhood of ten. World-class sprinters get up to the mid-twenties. A falling man, given enough space, might reach terminal velocity, somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred miles per hour. (Wikipedia tells me that a person in a perfectly vertical position can get up to around 180 miles per hour.) That fall is the speed limit on unassisted human motion; a seated woman on a budget jetliner could outpace the falling man by a factor of three without spilling her complimentary mineral water. We, drinkers of complimentary mineral water, have to remind ourselves that this is happening. Nobody really feels the speed of a jetliner in motion. We can’t: planes wouldn’t work if they did, and we wouldn’t want a ride in them if we could. If it wasn’t so boring, flight would still be the exclusive domain of aristocratic dopamine jockeys, like it was a century ago. Continue reading “Ape Brain Goes Transatlantic”→
I’m learning Armenian. As part of my pre-service training, the Peace Corps has offered me free introductory lessons in the Armenian language. For a few hours every week, I study handouts, watch videos, memorize dialogues, and have short discussions over Skype with a teacher in Yerevan. The emphasis of the program, the Peace Corps says, is on the alphabet: a solid grasp of the alphabet is necessary to learn Armenian; learning Armenian is necessary for integration at your site; and integration at your site is necessary for a successful project. So I need to learn the Armenian alphabet.
2. One, Pomegranate, Eight, Strawberry, Nine
The Eastern Armenian alphabet has 39 letters: 8 vowels and 31 consonants. The alphabet was originally ordered to move from Ա for Աստված (God) to Ք for Քրիստոս (Christ), although two letters were added in the Middle Ages to represent foreign sounds. Soviet reforms removed one letter, but created two more, bringing the total to 39. Continue reading “Armenian Lesson #1: Alphabet”→