Armenians are a friendly people and there were waves of young campers periodically climbing onto departing trains or buses during my visit. Campers came for various lengths of time - two weeks, one month, two months. Hugs and kisses are the order of the day when the time comes to say goodbye. Even a few tears were in evidence as campers bade farewell to old friends and new, and to the unexpected late arrival, Mr. Tom (that's me). On Sunday morning last, before the remaining one hundred or so campers lined up at attention with their hands on their hearts, I raised the flag myself at morning assembly with the national anthem blasting out behind me. Then a few words of salutation and goodbye (translated into Armenian), followed by singing and dancing which is an essential characteristic of Armenian society. Finally I am in the car and away to the capital city and my flight home. The sun sparkles brightly as we pass through the forested canyons, crowded happy memories fill my mind - and all's right with the world. A memorable two weeks which came and went too quickly. They always do. And I am so glad I came.
From WHY I WENT TO ARMENIA by Tom Cavanagh
Sherbrooke Record (Quebec)
August 31, 2009 Monday
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