Armenian News-NEWS.am presents below an abridged version of traveler Amrah Ashraf’s article, which was published in Hindustan Times.
Oh, another trip to Europe?” quipped a friend, after I told him I was visiting
Long story short: I won Rs. 5,000.
I can hardly blame my friend.
This much I knew even before I visited. What I didn’t know was that it would only take only three days for me to be mesmerised by its beauty, seduced by its history and fall in love with its people. Here’s how it happened.
My love affair with
Back on terra firma at the capital’s
We spent the hot afternoon indoors at the Matenadaran, one of the world’s oldest repositories of ancient manuscripts. A giant statue of Mesrop Mashtots – the man who compiled the Armenian alphabet in 396 AD – greeted us at the entrance.
The following morning, as we drove south through the arid Ararat valley, I didn’t think much of the surroundings. But a sharp turn sprung a surprise. Something rose from the horizon, something large and majestic.
And there they were – the biblical Mount Ararat, the twin peaks where Noah’s
The last evening, when everyone retired to their rooms, I decided to step out, one last time. I walked past Republic Square, sat outside the Opera House, walked along the boulevard – there was silence around me. The air was still reeking of brandy, but the bar stools were empty. I knew my love affair was coming to an end. This was our last night together. Break- ups are hard, but this was always meant to be a very short love story.