“By the time we get to the monastery, we’re going to smell so bad they won’t want to let us in.” I glanced back over my cushioned seat at my Language Training Instructor as I joked – what do the Peace Corps staff remind us at training? All […]
I think I’ve got myself a sidekick. This afternoon as I slipped into my running pants, I heard a tap-tapping on my bedroom doorframe. The introduction now elicits instant recognition: it was, of course, my upstairs neighbor and curious confidant, Livia. (Ever-observant, the girl had complimented a tattoo […]
By virtue of my Russian capabilities and my host sister’s English skills, I’ve had a few enlightening conversations about Moldovan culture as well as Moldovan citizens’ notions of America.
Life on my “small farm” is at times serene, at other times hurried, but observably varies by the season. Today I watched, for the first time, a mother hen hovering over her young. One chick had ducked under its mother’s breast, and from across the yard a quick […]
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