Eeeek…. that last post, geez what a downer. On the fair side: I really do feel like there’s a some ringing bell, some kind of constant droning reminder of things I find difficult about being a Peace Corps volunteer. On the other side: Self, lighten up already.
Between the last post and now I have:
-Welcomed the newest group of volunteers to Armenia.
-Slept in a bed with a real mattress and American style pillows.
-Used Tivo to watch this while eating pizza THAT WAS DELIVERED TO THE DOOR.
-Visited the old host family.
-Celebrated Children’s Protection Day in the capital where, among other city-wide celebratory efforts, grocery store workers everywhere painted their faces.
-Coinciding with the above, I greeted a pig in a mini-skirt who was very impressed I knew Armenian. I was very impressed she had a huge pig head.
-Taught the landfamily how to play Sequence (WHICH THEY LOVE).
-Welcomed a soon-to-depart friend for a visit to my town. Planned a ridiculous amount of food to cook and consume, as PCV’s tend to do.
-Bought a blender for said food ventures.
-Cursed the blender which allowed water to trickle out of the base.
-Watched The Shining. Did a considerable amount of holding a knife and running around the living room like the terrified Shelley Duvall.
-Woke up at 6am, resolving to take the blender back and spending the next thirty minutes watching the sunrise and playing through scenarios in which I argue with the Armenian shopkeeper.
-Went to the appliance store. Told them about the dripping. Was pleasently surprised when they actually gave me money back.
-Got the most incredible letter from my almost-8-years-running penpal.
-Dropped mouth open when I saw it would be 85 by the afternoon.
Uvsyo. Now to finish writing my triannual report.
Also, look at the gorge by my town!