yerevan sun

Aaaaaaah, yes. There it is, a blazing sun slapping my shoulders. I’m in central Armenia for sure. After sweatering up in cool Goris, the capital brought on some heat exhaustion and a massive headache which wiped me right out for a few hours. But after a cold shower and some gellato, CURED! I was then able to enjoy dusk by the cascade with the my best fulbright scholar (and otherwise) friends, Claire and Imogen, guzzling some sweet Laimon Fresh (a Claire and Brent discovery). Imogen had seized a couple donuts off a pile at the US Embassy’s Independence Day party, and after removing them…

and counting

Two nights ago I spent hours and hours trying to find a plane ticket, trudging through travel website after travel website like I was chopping through a marsh with a box cutter, looking for the ever elusive, speedy (less than 24 hours), cheap ticket to the States. Three days ago I found out I’ll be leaving a month early, July 15, for home.  Now that feels like a strange word. All this time I’ve been giving that word, ‘home’, to Texas, more and more tentatively as I have felt a change coming on.  After recent time visiting America, I started giving…

somebody, turn off that light at the end of the tunnel

I returned to my Armenian town just days ago. Last time I was here, the night brought quarter size snow flakes, and the morning was covered in it eight inches deep.  I flew southwest where I ate mounds of Mexican and Thai and Vietnamese food, relished in Americanness like drag shows, Just Dance, and Thursday night gatherings around “Parks & Rec”. Now I’m back in Armenia with just a few months before the end of my Peace Corps service, and I’m feeling some things. 1. I so much miss having a group, those friends you see every week for some…

togetherness

Best thing to happen in a long time: REUNION. One of the best people I know who I studied abroad with and lived with in college, one who now apparently runs marathons came to chug one out in DC. So, in a spectacular and unpredicted turn of events, we went and ate burritos and talked for hours while at least three sets of diners came and left around us. After a lots of catching up, we met up with another one of the best people I know who now studies at Georgetown. Look at the three of us, here in…

a european in flight

Not sick not sick not sick not sick not siiiiiiiiiick!   Urakh!  I’m so so glad that my tonsils and I are back on good terms.  They’re still holding on just a tiny bit to their grudge, but I think we’ve come to an understanding.  Yesterday’s headache, induced by a couple weeks of tense swallowing (is that a thing?), threatened to incapacitate me, but a solid nap complete with a dream about a real-life, Latin American Ghost Whisperer episode (complete with JLH!), is exactly what the doctor ordered.  That and some solid time with the soon-to-leave European, An. An, Kristine and…