Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Day 1 - London

Since Joseph took a couple minutes to write something, I figure it is only right for me to do the same. If I forget how to spell, skip words or don't make sense, please forgive me. After the nine and a half hour flight from London and the four and a half hours waiting here in the London Heathrow airport for our next flight, nothing seems to be making much sense. We had a very fast flight into London and sat next to an adorable little boy named Nicholas. He was 10 months old and an amazing traveler. This is, of course, justification for our notions of travel when our little one is young and it was awesome to see a mom and baby travel so well and stress-free together.

Joseph and I have been blessed with what feels like great favor from where we sat on the plane, to the people who have helped us at ticket counters, to good food and feeling healthy. It has also been great to have some time to continue our preparations for the workshop we will be doing in Armenia. We are off to our next flight in about 2 and a half hours ... Moscow first, then Yerevan, Armenia!

1 comment:

JULIE said...

Wow you guys, some travelling you do! As far as travelling with kids...yeah...well...I believe some kids are good travellers and some are screaming in their car seats till mama crawls to the back seat hoping that there are no cops on 101, then takes them out of the car seat and holds them because everything else already failed. So..good luck to you!
I've never got a chance to be in Armenia when it was part of USSR, from what I know it took a big hit when USSR fell apart, too bad. Tons of history though. Enjoy!

"What Great Grief Has Made the Empress Mute" June Jordon - Poetess

Because it was raining outside the palace
Because there was no rain in her vicinity

Because people kept asking her questions
Because nobody ever asked her anything

Because marriage robbed her of her mother
Because she lost her daughters to the same tradition

Because her son laughed when she opened her mouth
Because he never delighted in anything she said

Because romance carried the rose inside of a fist
Because she hungered for the fragrance of the rose

Because the jewels of her life did not belong to her
Because the glow of gold and silk disguised her soul

Because nothing she could say could change the melted music of her space
Because the privilege of her misery was something she could not disgrace

Because no one could imagine reasons for her grief
Because her grief required no imagination

Because it was raining outside the palace
Because there was no rain in her vicinity