In general, the pace of life here is slower than in DC (the drivers certainly aren’t). But somehow, it’s harder to catch a breath. As far as t(hy)me goes, I find there’s more herb than hour. On Monday, I had my first day of work at Herbs & Honey Tea Shop. Each week, I will be splitting my hours between Herbs & Honey and Emili … Continue reading In Life & In Tea-Making: It’s Hard to Find Thyme
“Surch, Sara jaan?” My host mother Armine calls from the other room. It’s a sunny Sunday afternoon, and she’s asking if I want coffee. She follows my name with the sweet moniker “dear,” used by most Armenians in conversation with loved ones. It warms my heart every time. I love Armine to pieces. “Ayo, shnorhakalutyun,” I respond. “Mets bahjak, te pokr?” she questions. I consider … Continue reading American Aghjik / Gyumri Gal
Back home in Washington, D.C., my mom and I joke that our metro stations are “Soviet.” They’re depressing and gray, and they just don’t work well. Here in Yerevan, the metro is actually Soviet. Built in 1981, it was the eighth underground system to be installed in the USSR. According to legend, a little Armenian cleverness (khelatsiutyun) paved the way. At the time, only cities with one … Continue reading A Metro Named Friendship
It’s been a shnorhakalutyun kind of 48 hours. This nearly impossible word means “thank you” in Armenian, and it might alarm me, except for the fact that I feel so impossibly grateful that little can faze me. There will be challenges here in Armenia, I know that full well. Yet even so, God’s providence in my life bolsters me each and every day. Our lives, … Continue reading Shnorhakalutyun
shamrocks with sarah 