While at a cafe, a group of local Armenian guys invited us to their table for the local sips - of lots of vodka. As a former Soviet republic, these men even drank a glass (an actual glass) of vodka with breakfast. After we had our fill, we went with them on a crazy ride to a church on the top of a mountain. The windy roads and crammed car attested to my cognac-soaked dress as the Armenian guy's car tossed us about this mountaintop road. We then made it to the small church, where we lit candles and had a trifecta of candles, chocolates and cognac. Derrick, in his dancing mood, danced his way into a mildly sprained ankle (but is now fine).
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