Of those who live in Moldovan villages, nearly every family keeps a garden. It is also true for homeowners in towns and cities. My host mother’s garden goes beyond sustenance, though: it is a place of gathering and quiet thought for those who pass through.
Hey! You've made it to my site, and I'm thrilled to introduce myself... my name is Haley, and I'm currently a Community and Organizational Development Volunteer with the “Miras-Moldova” Public Association in Comrat, Gagauzia, Moldova. I help out with organizational development, assist with reporting projects and do some English tutoring - when I'm not cooking, reading or spending time with friends. But my real passion is writing, and here I stand. This blog is a personal exploration of the time I spend (sometimes stumbling!) in Moldova. Hope you enjoy!
Residents of Comrat, Gagauzia gathered on the evening of March 28 to honor the families who perished last week in Russia’s shopping center fire.
“It’s not flat!” “It’s a lie!” “It is not about ‘geometric’!” “I know how to read the elevation on Google, I know topographical maps!” “There is no other interpretation of flat!!”
Amiens is friend to no weatherman: her cloud breaks and spots of drizzle make for predictions no more successful than your telephone soothsayer’s.When visiting Limoges in late February, my friend told me about his mother’s gaffe when she moved there from Amiens. She would go everywhere with an […]
This Thursday, my friend and I discussed the possibility of a life where human beings simply didn’t need to rely on a system of printed paper exchange (or even symbolic digital exchange) to coexist.