I am about one-third of the way through my Peace Corps service in Armenia. Here are some pictures about my life in Ijevan.
The top of this hill has a great view of Ijevan.
Two of my site-mates and me at the top of the same hill.
This is a Marshutni. This is my primary mode of transportation when I go to Yerevan or anywhere else in the country. I have been in one of these when there have been 20 people packed inside.
Drinking American coffee on my balcony. I have made it for my host family, but it is not sweet enough for them.
All of my laundry hung out to dry. Luckily, my host grandmother refuses to let me do my own laundry.
This is the path that I have to take to get to my house.
A Soviet era ferris wheel rusting away.
This was one of my family's New Year dinners. New Year's is the biggest holiday in Armenia. It starts with a dinner that begins at midnight on December 31st. Friends and family visit each other and eat together until January 7th (or later).
My host sister, host grandma, me, my host father, and my host mother.
As the night progressed, we ended up dancing Armenian style which means moving your arms above your head and twirling. Andy (far right) loves to dance.
My host father, Vardan, grilling up some deer and pork. This is called khorovats and it is my favorite food in Armenia.
The deer and pork before it was devoured.
I was getting a little out of control by the end of the night...
