Florence and her regaining of joy!

So the day begins with rain. How could I do my stuff in the rain? I did ask myself this.
So the snow flakes begin
I WhatsApp my guide with questions as to how we might do this?
CCC he says no worries!
Picks me up, snow flakes are fatter..... and faster..... and thicker!
I’m a casual soul and just thought he knows what he is doing!
Part way up the mountain the slipping and sliding got a bit much.... indeed I thought I was going to have to get out and push!!!!
Anyway
Back down and new 4 wheel drive and we are made for the day.
But I can tell you
The ghostly vision of a snow covered Greek temple
Almost whited out
Built in first century
And I was there
It stood on a 600m cliff face
So we traveled
To a monastery built in the 6th century
Into a rock face
Surrounded by the caves of the ancients who lived around the monastery
And I felt as close to a creative life force as is possible
And the snow sat deeply
And kept falling.
More antiquity
An ancient church sitting high above the lake
Steep climbing on icy steps
So cold
Windy
And the snow was heavy
Why do they find their god in such hard places?
So much easier going down
My guide is awesome
I am replete
Tonight I sit in beautiful Armenian comfort
Good food
Tomorrow I head out again
To Mount Ararat... a touchy place as it is claimed by Turkia
And I won’t be doing the 6000m climb
What a day!
What a country!