Some volunteers and host family members from my training village on our swearing-in day
My little brother Kyrot with our cherries...
and apricots...
and apples
a tae kwon do tournament at a hotel in my village
A celebration at my friend Whitney's house. I will definitely never go hungry here! These are just the salads, usually followed by soup and then another course or two and then besh barmak, the national dish (oily noodles and broth and mutton). The whole feast can last eight hours, including breaks, toasting and dancing.
Earlier that day. You never know what you're going to see when you come home.
Cleaning sheeps' wool with my 18-yr-old sister Noorbuhbuh. Then it gets whipped with a metal wire, washed, dried, and made into bed mats (called 'tooshuks' in Kyrgyz) by my host mother.
My colleagues dancing at a graduation celebration, either to Russian pop music or American music from the 70s
My counterpart Marcia. We were trying to get to another part of the shore but we lost the road so we walked through the lake.
My friend Whitney's host grandpa playing cards with his buddy on the beach
My friends and I tried to make pizza for my family but they misunderstood and made their own food. Here I'm saying "but I TOLD you we were making pizza!"
My sister Beggai, brother Kyrot and cousin Dinara. So cute!
I made spaghetti with my siblings. Well, Noorjan made the noodles and I made the sauce. Yum.
My sister Noorjan making borsak (fried dough basically like doughnuts). It's so hard not to eat a lot of it.
Sisters Aayzat and Beggai making borsak with a neighbor
The computers in my school. They're really nice but not many people know how to use them.
Jaidarcool and Marcia, the other English teachers at my school
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