There’s snow on the mountains now, but still none in the valley. If it’s clear, the icy blue peaks of Mount Ararat look yellow and rosy in the morning light, like a watercolor. Everything is a little softer at that cold winter angle. Mostly though, it’s cloudy and damp, with the smell of wood smoke … More Peace Corps Armenia: Already Winter
Ani’s* eyes lit up when she saw me sitting alone in the back of the bus. I grinned back at her. She left her mom at the last open seat in the front, and I scooted to make room for her on the plastic blue seat. “Hello Miss Med,” she said softly. “Hi Ani,” I … More Peace Corps Armenia: how should I say?
Gold light spills through my window every night around 5:30 pm, and the fig tree turns all deep blue and green and orange around the edge. I’ll go for a run, or talk on the phone, or lesson plan, or write, like I am doing now. I’ll make a cup of tea with lemon in … More Peace Corps Armenia: Like it is
In Short: School started. I switched to warm clothes; got a cold. Had to ask another PCV how to request medicine ‘cause I didn’t pay attention during PST and thought I’d never get sick. FINALLY finished that book. Visited Lake Sevan. Visited my PST Host Family. Fell behind on my running schedule. Restarted English Club … More Peace Corps Armenia: Patience
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
The smallest girl in my English club stands on her tiptoes to try and reach the board, giving English her very best shot despite being only six and sitting in on her older sister’s class. “Miss Maddy,” An older student whispers, and points at my stickers. Her eyes glitter. “Kareliey?” May I? I nod and … More Peace Corps Armenia: Special Everywhere
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