New Home, New Job

Well, in the words of Ringo: “I got blisters on my fingers!” However, it is not due to incessant drum playing.; it’s from hand washing clothes for the first time. I’m thinking of investing in rubber gloves so my knuckles don’t get put through the wringer like that again. I know, terrible pun.

As you may have guessed, I am officially in my new home! I am no longer living with a host family, and it is definitely great to have some freedom back. I can cook my own meals (mostly eggs and potatoes), and can lay around my living room and have a glass of wine whenever I want (although I have yet to do this). It’s been about three years since I’ve had my own place and the first night I was here, I literally paced back and forth for awhile until I finally decided to just sit on my couch and watch an episode of Roseanne. It was maybe the most surreal experience thus far in my Peace Corps life.

The place is fantastic; it’s a duplex with two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, and a brand new bathroom. I have hot water 24/7 and Peace Corps issued me a gas stove to use while I am here. Of course, no place is without its drawbacks: 1) My internet is nowhere near as fast as it could be were I not nestled in other homes and trees 2) Same issue with my cell phone 3) No heat; I haven’t had to deal with that issue yet, but I assume it to be an issue in the coming months 4) My refrigerator freezes EVERYTHING (but I am thankful to have a refrigerator, nonetheless) and 5) No washing machine. My experience in washing my clothes has gone in stages. When I was living with my first host family, I had access to a standard front-load automatic washing machine and a line to dry my clothes. My second host family has an old soviet style washer that basically will spin the clothes for you; you must wring them out by hand and of course, line dry. Now I have a large plastic bin to wash my clothes in by hand and again, lines to dry. The act itself isn’t so bad, but the forming of blisters on my knuckles is moderately painful. Regardless of these drawbacks, I have to say that I very much love this place. I know that I am far from roughing it here in my urban village. Plus the yard has apple trees, an apricot trees, grape vines, and other plant life that I hope to tend when the time is right. I’m assured by my landlord that he will clean up the yard (there are various branches and other debris of the same sphere right now keeping it from its splendor) soon.

My bedroom

My beautiful new bathroom

Living Room

Spare Room

Did I mention that my refrigerator freezes EVERYTHING?

My Kitchen

On the work front, I am also starting to settle in and find my place in the organization. I have two organizations that I work with: a youth club located in a neighboring village, (which I must walk about 20 minutes down the mountainside to get to) and an NGO located about a five minute walk away. In both organizations, I am primarily working with one other person, both of whom have pretty great English skills. Tomorrow I will start a basic computer class for the kids in the youth club. I have about six classes planned where we will cover basic computer navigation and knowledge and also delve into Microsoft Word. I am super nervous, as I’ve never taught a class before. However, I am very thankful to have a translator there who is excited to help. Next on the agenda I’m hoping to begin teaching a Leadership and Management class to the kids. I have not yet however, begun lesson plans.

In my NGO, we are starting up clubs of various kinds: English, Computer, Literature, Journalism, and Volunteering and Civil Development. Admittedly, I am a bit nervous about the number of clubs that are forming all at once, but if there is one thing I’ve learned in the four months in Armenia it is: just roll with it. So. We’ll see how it all turns out. Additionally, I am planning a Strategic Management/Vision workshop with some other volunteers whose organizations can also benefit from this type of training. I am really excited to get the ball rolling on this project which we will hopefully have planned by November.

Other than these things, I am still terribly missing everyone back home. My best friend, Dena is getting MARRIED this weekend! My heart breaks every time I think about my not being in attendance, but I am so unbelievably happy for the both of them that it really is bittersweet. I will instead be at a wine festival, toasting to their long-lived happiness from afar.

I have to say that at the four month mark, I am extremely busy and have a million and one things to keep me occupied, and my list seems to keep growing. I am so glad to have finally begun to settle in and really know where my place is. My next big step is to get through winter. I can only hope that I am well enough prepared.  Here’s to trying!         

Insights.

So every time I speak with someone in America, I hear a request for a blog update (here it is!). Now, it should be known that I have started a number of different posts all saved on my computer but haven’t actually finished and posted them. This one is fresh.

The reason for my lack of completion of a blog post is three-fold. One, since moving to Armenia I’ve learned that my perfectionist tendencies are the biggest hindrance on many things in my life, one being my writing. Two, when it was told to me that my experience as a PCV was going to be like a roller coaster, I thought “duh.” Then I realized that this roller coaster goes beyond all theories of physics and the twists and turns have presented themselves at a pace that until now I did not know existed on the Earthly plane. That said, every blog post that I’ve begun seems ancient the next moment I attempt to finish it. Thirdly, this language balance is hard for me. My brain has had difficulty in switching from one language to another; most of my day is filled with extremely simplified terms and ideas and at a certain point, you have to let some of the more complex thoughts wash away in your mind and just hope that someone gets your gist. And this may tie in with my first reason, but when I write (in English), some of those more complex terms insist on putting themselves out there, only to find that they’re more jumbled in my brain than they used to be in the days of using one language in my life.

So. I’ve been living in my village for approximately one month now. The village is extremely small, my estimate is the size of a football field. We have a huge highway running through it and a twenty minute marshutni ride will take you into the middle of the capital city, Yerevan. There are definitely plusses and minuses to my situation, as everyone has them. There is a definite plus being so close to Yerevan. The city has all the fun things you would expect a city to have: bars, clubs, restaurants, cafes, shops, groceries, and the rumor is: even concerts. Additionally, at some point or another, every volunteer needs to visit the city and I am hoping (once I have my own place) that I can offer comfortable accommodations to those in need of a place to sleep. Another plus is that integration in a village is far, far easier than it would be if I were living in a larger town. There is no English spoken in my village, as there is no English being taught in the local school. Therefore, I have been speaking more Armenian and have had the opportunity to know a number of neighbors who have been extremely kind and welcoming. I have had many coffee breaks with a number of people who have done nothing but ensure my comfort and exude patience with my process of learning the culture and language. For it, I am extremely grateful.

Some of the not-so-fun points lie in that living in such a small place can be a bit claustrophobic at times. At this point, I still have another few weeks with my host family (who are AMAZING), but there is definitely something to be said in having control over things like cooking, eating, having company, etc. In addition, there is a lack of nature here. Due to my proximity to the capital city and that there are no roads leaving the village aside from the highway, I have no real forests to explore, mountains to hike, or bodies of water to enjoy. It never occurred to me that this would be the case, but alas. My positive spin on this aspect is that it will encourage me to visit other volunteers throughout the country, become comfortable with traveling, and embracing the opportunity to see what a beautiful country I live in.

There are other things completely unrelated to my site that have proven to be challenging. The thing that has been most difficult for me here has been the eating. The food is good but of course, there are times I miss my American meals. Having white bread three times a day, often with potatoes can be rough. The variety of vegetables that are typically in use here are: eggplant, tomato, and cucumber. Sometimes onions and greens are around, but not nearly as often as the aforementioned. In addition, it is an extreme challenge to say no when there is food on the table. And there is always food on the table. I am a pretty healthy eater and I still hear: “Why are you not eating?” or “Just eat a little” or “But it’s so delicious!” or “You don’t have to be hungry to eat this.” And beyond this, I have to say "no" or "no thank you" sometimes five, six, seven, eight times during the meal or coffee break. Never did I think that eating can be so exhausting! I am sure that things will change once I move into a house of my own which will likely be in about three weeks. I never was a big fan of cooking, but it’s something I now dream about! ;)

But the overall truth is, there are a million and one other things I could say but could never paint a full picture of my life in Armenia as a Peace Corps Volunteer. There are days where I feel like a total outsider who will never get a hang of the language or culture, then my host mom will say she’s baked a cake and we’ll have a great conversation over coffee about our dreams and what life is like in America and what life is like in Armenia and I remember why I’m here, and all of a sudden my heart is flooded with love and joy; like I could never imagine being any other place that right here, right now. I am so thankful for this challenge that has not ceased in showing me aspects of myself that are have been in desperate need for reformation, but that is for another blog post. I will say however, that I’ve learned there isn’t time to worry, just to take each moment as it comes and be thankful for it; this is going to be two years that I will reflect upon for the rest of my life. I’m going to live it to the fullest.

July's Awesomeness

So my idea of keeping up to date on this blog has put me to shame. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED!

Let me go in order of fun things:

First, on June 25^th, SITE ANNOUNCEMENT HAPPENED. This is when I learned that I will be living in Verin Ptghni for the next two years. Verin Ptghni (and yes, it is as difficult to pronounce as it looks) is a village of about 1,000 that borders the capital city, Yerevan. I am pretty excited about this placement for a number of reasons. First, the NGO that I will be working with seems to be a great fit for me. The organization is called Peace and Friendship Bridges NGO and consists of a group of young women who are dedicated to helping the community to flourish in many ways, especially by building youth empowerment. I am really excited about everyone’s eagerness to improve the community and encourage youth to do the same.

Myself and other volunteers eagerly awaiting our placement announcement

Shortly after site announcement, we had site visit. I had the opportunity to meet my new host family for four days. This is another reason why I’m excited about my placement. In the picture below, you can see my host mom and host sisters and my host dad. The gentleman to the far left is a relative but does not reside in the home. The only one not pictured is my new host brother.  Everyone was EXTREMELY welcoming, and I was touched by the kindness everyone showed. My last day there, we even had khorovats! Very delicious!

My new room (please excuse the mess!) 

My new host family

Living Room

My host sister picking apricots

Host family cat

Khorovats!

Next, on July 12^th, I was invited to a Christening party. My host family’s extended family (our neighbor) had all three of their children baptized and had a huge party to celebrate. It was my first experience at a formal Armenian party and it was a lot of fun, despite the heat! There was tons of dancing and TONS of food. I have never in my life been served THREE MAIN courses, but it is the norm at an Armenian party!

The mayor toasting to the grandmother of the newly baptized children

Trainees and Host Country Nationals dancing

My host father and host "son"

Armenian dancing

I was very impressed by this gentleman's clarinet playing!

On July 14^th, trainees had the opportunity to visit the Garni Temple and Geghard Monastery. Both places were extremely beautiful. The Garni Temple is the last Pagan temple in Armenia and is from the 1^st century. It has (obviously) been reconstructed, but the view was absolutely amazing.

Geghard Monastery complex was founded in the 4^th century and is known for its unique architecture. The church was dug entirely out of rock; construction began at the top of the mountain and the structure formed by digging and carving into the mountain itself. We had an hour to explore but it was barely enough time to see it all.

View from Garni

Garni Temple

Garni Temple

Geghard Monastery

Geghard Monastery

Chamber at Geghard- you can see the wax buildup from many years of prayer candles

View from chamber in Geghard

Prayer candles

Geghard

On July 17^th, I was invited to celebrate a neighbor’s 14^th birthday. Again, there was much dancing and three main courses of food were served. My favorite dish though was the “banjararen torte” or, vegetable cake. It was made of vegetables, but looked like a cake. Fantastic! The real cake though, was extremely tasty. Or, as they say in Armenia: shat hamov eh.

Banjararen Torte

Table's all set!

Gargeek giving a toast for the birthday boy

The REAL torte

Birthday boy and fam

July 27^th was a very busy day. The trainees living in my training village put together a field day for the kids in the village. It turned out to be a great success! We played American games like the water-spoon game, had a three legged race, and had a water balloon toss. All in all, a lot of fun!

Volunteers and village children

On July 27^th,I also visited Yerevan’s Cascade for the first time. This awesome structure is a gigantic stairwell beautifully adorned with exquisite landscaping and waterworks. At the base myself and other volunteers had the opportunity to witness and participate in traditional Armenian dance. It was a ton of fun! However, I must say that Armenian dancing is a lot harder than it looks!!

View from top of Cascade

A platform on a level at the Cascade

View from bottom of Cascade

Dancing!

Traditional Armenian dancing

Finally, on July 28^th, I visited the Sevan Monastery and Haghartsin Monastery in Dilijan.  Again, both very beautiful.  Sevan Monastery is located on Lake Sevan, the largest lake in Armenia. The monastery itself resides on the lake’s peninsula and has an immaculate number of stairs, but once at the top, the view is hard to beat.

Haghartsin Monastery is the smallest of the monasteries that I’ve visited, but extremely beautiful. Dilijan is known for its vast forests and is an unmatched beauty.

Lake Sevan 

Gentleman providing music on the way up to the monastery

Sevan Monastery

Lake Sevan

Haghartsin Monastery

Fantastically beautiful tree at Haghartsin Monastery

Haghartsin Monastery

Haghartsin Monastery

So, it has been a BUSY MONTH!! Again, I apologize for the delay in posting, but will do my best to update again soon!

One Month Down

I know many of you are wondering “What the heck is Ashley doing in Armenia? I mean, it’s been nearly A MONTH and she's hardly posted ANYTHING.” Well dear readers, I do apologize for my lack of contact. Needless to say, I have been all kinds of busy trying to learn how I will navigate the next two years of my life. A life that is filled with a plethora of new faces, a new language, a new alphabet, new work, new expectations, new ideas of normalcy, and new meshes of emotions.

I moved in with my host family on May 29^th and was greeted with open arms. The village has a total population of about 520 and everyone lives very close. My host mother and father are extremely kind people who always ensure that my comfort level is high and my belly is full. And just a couple of weeks ago, I was greeted with three new faces in my household: my host mother and father’s daughter-in-law and her two sons, aged 10 and 3; they will remain here for the summer. There is a large diaspora of Armenians living in Russia (and elsewhere) due to lack of work. My host mother and father’s son is a part of that, and he is staying in Russia to continue to work.

There is hardly a time where there is nothing going on at home; my mom is continuously working in the garden, milking the cow, making cheese or juices, cooking, or doing dishes….or having a little coffee break. My host father raises bees and up until about a week ago, we had 40 beehives in our front yard. However, every summer they get taken to orchards near Lake Sevan and remain there until fall. It is my understanding that these (I believe) apricot orchards are very rich in floral life, so the honey production is increased dramatically. My host father sells his honey all over, which has gone as far as France!

My host mom making strawberry juice while her great-nieces watch

Michael-jan raving about the excellent coffee (it really is the best coffee I've ever had!)

Bees!!

We also have a plethora of vegetation growing in our yard: cucumbers, tomatoes, potatoes, strawberries, cherries, walnuts, beans, greens, and a variety of others. We also have a cow, about nine chickens, and four pigs. Needless to say, my host parents stay very busy ensuring all is well-kept.

While my host parents work on the farm and in the house, my daily life consists of waking up at about 7:15ish and having a hot shower (woo-hoo! I’m embracing this while I can) and a wonderful spread of food for breakfast. I’ve attempted to tell my host mom that I don’t need so much food for breakfast, but I always receive bread, butter, and fresh honey, cucumber tomato salad, fresh cheese, and some combination of meats, eggs, cream of wheat, and/or oatmeal. In addition, I have tea or hot cocoa. Then my host mother asks if I want coffee (which means coffee, chocolates, and any other fruit or pastries that are available). Usually, I don’t have enough time to enjoy this and head off to school.

There are three other PC Trainees in my language class. This class is held at the local school which is complete with seven rooms total, including the principal’s office.  We generally have class from 9AM-1PM six days per week. This means we’ve covered a LOT of information in a relatively short time period. My retention has been lacking in places, but overall I think I’m doing alright. After language, we all leave to our respective homes for lunch. Lunch is very much like breakfast but instead of the cream of wheats, eggs, and/or oatmeal, I get beans, potatoes, soup and/or cooked greens in addition to the standard table spread (bread, cheese, butter, honey, salad). After lunch, I usually have enough time to have coffee and sweets and engage (at some level) in conversation with whomever happens to be present; sometimes it’s just myself and my host mother, but other times neighbors visit and join in on coffee and conversation.

After lunch, all the trainees in my town travel to a nearby town where we meet up with others in my program (Community and Youth Development) for tech training. Each day, we have a different presenter provide us with information regarding governance and leadership, organizational management, or other information which may be useful to us once we move to site.

We then go back home for yet another meal and evenings are generally spent with family and friends, and for me, more studying and homework.

I’ve grown pretty accustomed to life here. We have a washing machine, so laundry is pretty easy, we have a toilet (which we have to bucket flush, but I’m not complaining), and like I said earlier, I have hot water for showers. My room is fantastic and complete with a comfortable bed, a coffee table and couch, and a vanity.

My bedroom

The main room in our home

The beautiful wood inlay floor

Tomorrow I learn where I will be placed for my permanent site. I am extremely anxious to learn about the town and organization that I will be spending the next two years of my life with. Thursday and Friday I will have the opportunity to meet my counterpart (the person whom I will be working with most closely throughout my service) and over the weekend, I will be in my new town with my new host family.

I know this post is extremely long, so kudos if you’ve got this far. I will definitely post again once I know a bit more about my assignment , site, and new host family. Shnorhakalutoon for reading and please stay tuned for more!