Armenia
Where stone speaks and mountains remember. In Armenia, history isn’t in a museum, it’s everywhere. I walked through monastery courtyards where prayers have echoed for over a thousand years, stood on cliffs above deep green gorges, and looked toward Mount Ararat, just across the border, unreachable but ever present.
The country carries deep wounds from genocide to recent conflict over Nagorno-Karabakh. You feel it in conversations, in silence, in the weight of memory. And yet there’s pride here, and warmth. Over a glass of Cognac in Yerevan, with the mountain etched into the label and the skyline, you start to understand: Armenia is shaped by loss, but it lives with strength.
Armenia doesn’t ask to be understood quickly. It invites you in, slowly, and stays with you, long after.
Taste Churchill's favorite cognac
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Explore ancient monasteries overlooking Mount Ararat
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Wander Yerevan's pink stone alleys
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Learn about a nearly forgotten genocide
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Taste Churchill's favorite cognac 〰️ Explore ancient monasteries overlooking Mount Ararat 〰️ Wander Yerevan's pink stone alleys 〰️ Learn about a nearly forgotten genocide 〰️
