It was a dance dance revolution at Pavana last night. The AA treated us interns to a rousing good time. We ate, we danced, we ate, we danced and we didn’t leave until 3 ½ hours later. The longer I’m here, the more clear the benefits of being an Armenian becomes.
We arrived to tables filled with bowls of fruit, madzoon (yogurt), vodka and lavash, lavash, lavash. I soon realized that there is an art to eating and dancing in succession without tipping toward sickness or hunger or exhaustion.
I am rushing around the office today, translating the website text into french. A most delicious task. Hard to keep my head in one place or one language and I'm banking on slipping into french during Armenian class this evening but, hey, the more the merrier, right? How do you say that in Russian?
Harriedly from the ATDA office,
Samantha
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Dear Sam, They say in Russian "C'est la vie!" Love from hot and humid East Haven. Dockie
Like that you're in good hands with the AA :)
Now you know what Armenian hospitality is all about -- all those meals YiaYia lovingly prepared(s) for anyone who would come and the joy and talk that always accompanied them. Take good notes! You are getting an Ararat amount of genetic heritage.
Love from extremely hot and humid Long Island!
Mama
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