Volunteers in the big city for a night. We had dinner at a restaruant called 'my village' with the regional director.
In Yerevan: At an outdoor concert on Tuesday night.
Hermine would kill for straight hair so the best solution is to iron it...I vaguely remember my mom telling me they used to use a real iron on hair 'back in the day'.
Horavatz from the three pigs we killed last week. They offered me a piece of heart, and then a liver when I refused, but I told them I was full.
At home: Mama cow, Suren, Samvel and our new baby cow. I proudly named him Oliver.
2 comments:
Sar,
Great pictures. I hope Hermine doesn't actually use the iron on her hair?? Did you tell her that you always wanted curly hair and the process we use to go through to try to accomplish that?:) Were you there when Oliver was born?
Love,
Mom
P.S.
Your "brothers" are so cute. I love their big brown eyes:)
Love,
Mom
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