“Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little” – Marguerite Gardiner
Admitedly, Miss Hoggy wasn’t a happy camper when she was told that her services as a teacher was no longer needed in the Republic of Georgia. She cried for days, screamed unfair, and naturally, she didn’t have the heart to stay in Georgia any longer. How could you ever be contented that you were denied the chance to do what you love, especially after you’ve fallen in love with it?
Being grumpy and teary, she wasn’t the best person to be around: tearing up in classroom, being depressed around her host family, having her host mum worried over her, she then decided to use the seven days she was given to wrap up in school to wrap up her Caucasus journey in neighbouring Armenia.
Yerevan, the capital of Armenia is surprisingly only six hours marshrutka away from Tbilisi. The journey there from Ortachala station was unexpectedly therapeutic: her spirit seemed lifted along the way, she seemed contented. Maybe it had to do with a lot of first times that had distracted her of the past days’ grief.
Here’s to Miss Hoggy’s first time:
- Being horribly carsick for the first time in her life.
- Being stuck in her seat in a really overcrowded marshrutka. She literally had to climb into her seat.
- Being fed freshly baked lavash by lovely Armenian locals. And it was so steamingly good in the wintry cold.
- And the big one, seeing snow for the first time in her life. Not just any measly snow flakes, it’s a whole bunch of snow.
Well, laugh all you want. You just don’t see that kind of snow in Melbourne. Well, you can, you just have to drive up to the mountain. But that’s beside the point. The yummy bread, the kindness of the locals, the beautiful snowy landscape has made her realised that simplest things in life is enough to make her squeal like a five-year-old, enough for her to be content with. That’s all you ever need to know, that… that is true happiness. Merci, Armenia.
Oh, she totally forgot to tell you that you can greet in French in Armenia. Come back next week for Made in Armenia.
Raise your glass to Liane, again. Because her pictures were nicer.