Do you know how much I miss you? Your lives are rolling still and I’m not there to see it happen. I joke, “Haven’t they invented teleportation yet? I mean, we have robotic chefs, suitcases that follow you around the airport and backpacks that make piggyback rides better…”
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!
We stumbled in cross-eyed, like with many of our ambitions – (mostly) not knowing what to expect. Flimsy communication… We went to the Beshalma museum, a regular attraction for our reporting volunteers. The current museum director is the father of Dmitri Cara-Cobani, a Gagauz historian and poet. She […]
Groans and clacks now ricochet by the lake in the name of progress. Comrat, a town of many ethnicities and varied allegiances, has recently begun constructing a hotel with the financial aid of bosom-friend Turkey. The first Turkish-sponsored project, which halted and stuttered under resistance from pro-Russian factions, […]
I stepped into a hive, minus the keeper’s jacket, and the chirping female hum vibrating low in the high-vaulted space was momentarily overwhelming. I was surrounded by long-skirted blossoms, the falling petals of their scarfed crowns speaking respect to God. The scent of honey would come later, when […]
If there’s anything a Peace Corps Volunteer can relate to, it’s shoving herself into a stuffy, smelly, overcrowded minibus (in Romanian, it’s called a “rutiera,” but down Comrat way we use the Russian term “marshrutka” (маршрутка)) for a bumpy ride with a barnyard atmosphere.