Thursday, March 29, 2012

My First Day at The Children of Armenia Fund


          Today was the first day of my volunteer placement at The Children of Armenia Fund (http://www.coafkids.org/). I had to go in extra early because for my orientation because they decided to let me accompany three of the woman who work with COAF’s finance team on a trip. We traveled a couple hours away to see the different projects that COAF has successfully implement in some of Armenia's villages.
            Our first stop was an extremely impoverished village with gray crumpling stone homes but on the left side of the village visible from miles away stood a beaming white school, built and funded by COAF and its amazing network of donors,  it shined in the distance like a beacon of hope for the entire community. We went inside and saw teachers who were having a training in their new technology lab so they could implement more modern teaching methods.  We also traveled to another village, that housed COAF's newest school, which was even more impressive then the last.
            However, on the drive between the two schools I saw that the organization wasn’t just providing educational opportunities but they were also working to build infrastructure and a viable economy were those skills could be put to use. We stopped at a community center where a COAF employee was offering business trainings to the villagers. After the training they could write their own business plans and apply for an interest free loan.
            After that one of the new business owners took us to his house where we saw the small lavash (flat bread) factory he had in a stone hut in his yard. Then we traveled across one of the only smooth roads and I learned that the organization was responsible for the road as well. Then we continued to a lovely bridal shop that rented dresses to women in the village, and finally we saw a small general store, both funded through the interest free loans they received.
            Everyone was so grateful for the assistance they attempted to feed us everything they had. At the lavash factory we were given lavash by the feet with lots of fresh cheese to roll in it, at the schools we were offered fresh fruit and homemade juices, and at the bridal shop one of the women I was with had to wrestle the shop owners finest box of chocolates out of her hand as she attempted to open it for us.
            And of course, the day wasn’t without laughs because our car did get stuck in the middle of a flock of sheep not just on the way to the villages but on our way out as well.
Our car caught in a sea of sheep 


The women working at the lavash factory


Monday, March 26, 2012

Arriving in Yerevan

I went to Logan airport at about 5:30pm on the 25th and I finally arrived at my home-stay family’s house just before midnight yesterday on the 26th. My flights in themselves were quite the adventure. I arrived in London without much trouble and after following the maze of signs that sent me spinning around Heathrow I made it to my connecting terminal, where I began my 8 hour layover. All the time waiting left me feeling a little nervous for my trip until I met some of my fellow passengers traveling to Armenia. They all were so friendly and had nothing but good things to say about the Country. One even waited with me when we arrived to Yerevan and made sure I got through customs and found the driver.
I was also nervous because I found out that my flight to Yerevan was actually a flight to Tehran that would drop the few Armenia passengers before continuing onto Iran. I felt that being an American I may not be well received by a plane full of Iranians, however I was very wrong. All the passengers around me chatted happily with me and told me all about their lives in Iran. I really enjoyed getting to meet them and having my preconceived notions proved wrong.
When I got off the plane getting a visa and going through customs was very easy. Then I was picked up by the programs driver who laughed when he realized I spoke no Armenian. He tried to teach me a few words and judging by his amusement my pronunciation could not have been worse. Still he attempted to point out all the landmarks we passed with his limited English and my nonexistent Armenian. I did understand when he pointed to a row of buildings with flashing lights and said, “Mini Vegas.”