Tuesday, June 10, 2008

eat, sleep, speak armenian?



This is the real deal farm life. Just like on TV! I am privelaged to eat cheese and drink milk straight from the cow because I have no other choice. Other than the whole village smelling like a stockyard, life in Arzakan is truly something else. You would have thought that Jesus Christ himself was walking down the road, the way people here look at us, especially in the small village. I am going to pay fifteen times more for posting these pictures, so I hope you enjoy!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

so glad to hear from you. Culture shock ha!Reminds me of my time spend as a child in Switzerland on a small farm.I can still smell the dung and manure. I kind of like that smell it reminds me of times more simple.Look at those children all spruced up with hope in their eyes.They look so proud.Hopefully things will get more purposefull once you get dispatched to work in some clinic. Oma

Anonymous said...

Beautiful pics.. definitely worth the x15. you've got a good eye... make sure you back up that hard drive!

karenhatesme2 said...

I freaking love you!

Anonymous said...

Hey Angel Baby! I really like you having a blog so we can keep up with you-I am sharing with Brandon and Nicole as you update us on your adventures. I need to give Lucinda your blog info so she can keep up with you as well! Love you - Aunt Sandy