The Armenian countryside is gorgeous. Rolling hills and highland valleys of farmland are framed by snow-topped Caucasus mountains. This week, I spent a couple of days on a tiny farm in a tiny community called Fantan, about an hour north of Yerevan. I had planned to stay a lot longer but my accommodation wasn’t suitable for my writing so my visit was short.
Still, I felt close to the family who lives on the farm because they are among the nicest people you can imagine. Only two spoke English but we found ways to communicate. Nver somehow understood my story about how I was part Armenian, which elevated my status immediately! I was fed (many times) a large assortment of delicious vegetarian dishes, mostly made from food grown on the property, including beets, greens, preserved fruits, potatoes, eggs, honey and every kind of dairy product. Anahit makes her own cheese and Armenian yogurt. Their son Vaagn works as a software programmer in Yerevan.
I also loved spending time with Gevorg, who is 14, and Emma, who is 12. They were engaging and eager to show me around. Emma does not speak English but we managed to “talk” using an app on our hike up into the hills. She studies Armenian dancing. Here is a video I took of her https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JwccujBKlE&feature=em-share_video_user Gevorg can speak English and took me to meet his Gramma, also named Emma.
The village of Fantan is very poor. It has a single, very small market and few cars. Older men and women tend sheep and cows in the hills and along the roadside. Although the village is a no-frills kind of place, there is one thing everyone seems to indulge in — lilacs. Lilac bushes are planted in almost every yard. They are one of my favorite flowers and Laura used to bring me large bouquets of them on my birthdays.
Armenia’s 2008 census reported that the population of Fantan was 1,106. But I would guess significantly fewer people live there today. I should have just counted on my walk through the village, when everyone who wasn’t already out on the street was watching me through a window. I don’t think they have many visitors there! Or maybe they thought I was a movie star because of the sunglasses.
Once again you travel to an unusual place and find kind people. I’m seeing a pattern in your life. The preserved fruit and sound delicious, the mare’s haircut cute, and I also like the stenciling on the living room wall. I never knew what Armenia was like, and love these glimpses into its beauty.
I think the pattern is that there are kind and very cool people everywhere!
What a great experience. Lovely story!
It does indeed look spectacular being so close to the Caucasus’s. Those mountains reflect many millennia of amazing history. I’m a bit jealous of you right now.
And I loved the video of your new “daughter.” Her graceful movements remind me that kids are kids regardless of where they reside.
Did you get a chance to ride one of the horses? Hope so.
And you DO look like a movie star!
Another magical blog. The video reminds me that little girls are the same no matter where you go. Reading this brought back many memories of the small farming communities where I grew up. Thank you.
Charles, so hard to imagine you in a small farming community! You are one of the most worldly people I have ever met.
Looks very beautiful. I too am seeing small villages of farmers in Morocco and thinking their life looks pretty good. Fresh fruits and vegetables, clean air, community. It looks very beautiful there and like the perfect place to gather thoughts. Why we choose to lead such complicated lifes escapes me.
The mad rush for money, which does come in handy but it is the helper not the main thing.