I paid all my dues and attended well over a handful of Armenian holiday parties. I'm glad it's over, and that I'm on my way to America where the obligation level is minimal to non existent. I went back to my first village of Arzakan last night to say hello, catch up on whatever there was to catch up on, and stay the night. Walking up that long steep slope late last night, because my taxi driver couldn't make it up, was incredible. The tungsten lit snowy village that the moon was shedding it's creamy light on was the most perfect thing I have seen since being here.