Well L.A. hasn't changed much in the month that I've been here. Some minor adjustments, for example my Armenian neighbors have sold their home and now Koreans will be moving in. That's gonna be the first time I have "odar" neighbors....interesting.
My departure from Armenia was sad. I couldn't believe a month had passed already, and I sort of felt like those people convicted of a crime who are being taken away to prison agaist their will. Ok fine... I'm exaggerating - I'm Armenian aren't I? :) But really, it was difficult to leave.. and I still hadn't done SO many things. I went to the airport with 6 of my friends, who insisted on coming with me even though they would need to go to work right after and hadn't slept cause they were with me all night.... and that by itself was really touching. The man who checked me in at the counter died laughing when he asked what was wrong with my ticket and I told him that my ticket needed a dose of tooti oghi too. hehehe :)
My trip back to LA was simply, OK. Armavia was full... and thank goodness I sat next to the cutest 1 and half year old in the plane. He kept me busy for five hours. In Amsterdam I became the leader/translator for all the Armenians trying to bring with them (on their final move to America) cognac and other weird things like empty yet huge picture frames and one lady even had a car horn. (huh?) You can imagine my vijag, because first off I was thinking that this is a HUGE day for them... and I was sad cause I had to actually help people who were LEAVING. Anyway, I decided it's not my place to judge... just cause I don't believe in something doesn't mean other people see it the same way (right?). And then there was the confused look on the custom dude's face when I had to translate that the lady was taking a car horn with her... Oh--and one more thing... the Armavia people in Amsterdam (actually he's one man) is retarded. He was sending everyone to the gate instead of to the transfer desk... and the people who actually listened to him had to wait in long lines and get rude treatment from the people working there since they hadn't followed the "transfer" procedure correctly. Why would that guy do that to people who don't even know english? Chi hasgtsa.
By the way, it's almost 7am now and I've been awake for a few hours. I went to the supermarket and did some shopping, since I guess in my absence my family doesn't believe in having food in the refrigerator... and they keep ordering out. So when I woke up at 4:30am and there was no coffee to brew, or bread, or milk, or cereal, or.... you get the idea... I just went to the market. What a difference.
I wish I could say it's good to be back... but I'd rather be where my luggage still is.. ya, YEREVAN!
TSUH! :)~
My departure from Armenia was sad. I couldn't believe a month had passed already, and I sort of felt like those people convicted of a crime who are being taken away to prison agaist their will. Ok fine... I'm exaggerating - I'm Armenian aren't I? :) But really, it was difficult to leave.. and I still hadn't done SO many things. I went to the airport with 6 of my friends, who insisted on coming with me even though they would need to go to work right after and hadn't slept cause they were with me all night.... and that by itself was really touching. The man who checked me in at the counter died laughing when he asked what was wrong with my ticket and I told him that my ticket needed a dose of tooti oghi too. hehehe :)
My trip back to LA was simply, OK. Armavia was full... and thank goodness I sat next to the cutest 1 and half year old in the plane. He kept me busy for five hours. In Amsterdam I became the leader/translator for all the Armenians trying to bring with them (on their final move to America) cognac and other weird things like empty yet huge picture frames and one lady even had a car horn. (huh?) You can imagine my vijag, because first off I was thinking that this is a HUGE day for them... and I was sad cause I had to actually help people who were LEAVING. Anyway, I decided it's not my place to judge... just cause I don't believe in something doesn't mean other people see it the same way (right?). And then there was the confused look on the custom dude's face when I had to translate that the lady was taking a car horn with her... Oh--and one more thing... the Armavia people in Amsterdam (actually he's one man) is retarded. He was sending everyone to the gate instead of to the transfer desk... and the people who actually listened to him had to wait in long lines and get rude treatment from the people working there since they hadn't followed the "transfer" procedure correctly. Why would that guy do that to people who don't even know english? Chi hasgtsa.
By the way, it's almost 7am now and I've been awake for a few hours. I went to the supermarket and did some shopping, since I guess in my absence my family doesn't believe in having food in the refrigerator... and they keep ordering out. So when I woke up at 4:30am and there was no coffee to brew, or bread, or milk, or cereal, or.... you get the idea... I just went to the market. What a difference.
I wish I could say it's good to be back... but I'd rather be where my luggage still is.. ya, YEREVAN!
TSUH! :)~
posted by shooosh at 7:08 PM
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