i've landed home
Shnor havor Amenor yev Surb Tsnude! Happy New Year! It's been a couple of weeks, I know. But I have a good excuse. I have had arguably the best collection of days yet in Armenia. They were not the typical, wonderful Peace Corps lot though they did include visits with Americans and Armenians and cross-cultural exchanges galore. But the idea of going over them is very very daunting. It's definitely book worthy if I ever end up writing one of those. But my Christmas was so unexpectedly wonderful I'll just have to sum it up in a list (partly because I'm intimidated by the task of writing it, and partly because I need to get to my New Year's party with my Armenian friends!)So, take this list and imagine it as elements of the lit bit I'll eventually write…
my texan mother in armenia
In the morning I usually walk to work, a routine activity that has become a more frigid experience with each passing day. It is no longer sufficient to wear my knit gloves and stuff those covered hands in my pockets. They are still cold under all those layers. I certainly don't live in the coldest part of Armenia. There's no snow on the ground here yet, just crunchy ice puddles.
