It doesn’t seem like I could possibly have anything to teach Nune*. She’s in her late sixties, a garden expert, makes a better cup of coffee than I, and is decidedly unimpressed with both my Armenian and my cooking. So I was surprised when she came in to my room with a skein of yarn … More Peace Corps Armenia: Blink and You’ll Miss it
“Why not?” A student asked her classmate across the table. “I know a woman doctor.” “Yes, but usually,” the other girl said back. “And a driver?” One of the consolers prodded. “Usually girls or boys?” “Boys, usually,” The class responded. The same girl threw her hands up in the air. “I could be a driver!” … More Peace Corps Armenia: GLOW Meghri
“I know this!” My student said in English. She grinned. “I like this song,” I told her, glancing at my laptop screen. Let it go, from Frozen, had just started to play. I smiled to myself—I had been hoping they would recognize this part of the movie. “Me too,” She and her friend craned closer … More Peace Corps Armenia: Narrative Arc
The thing that strikes me most is how alive everything feels here. Mornings are slow. I wake up around eight and have a cup of coffee, then a cup of tea, then go to the school and do English clubs for two hours. Twenty kids a class, turquoise walls and a chalkboard. I sweat through … More Peace Corps Armenia: Kami
We’re surrounded by mountains on all sides. To the North, the hills are stained red and orange. To the East, the mountains turn green. If you look hard you can still snow at the peaks. To the South, the mountains are neither red nor green, rather a gray and orange that tells of more desert … More Peace Corps Armenia: Restart
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