Busy busy busy here in Kurdistan. Between classes (I'm writing this as my beginner students take an exam), adventuring along the Kurdish countryside, preparing for my upcoming adventures after Kurdistan, working on writing projects and enjoying my last few weeks here, I find myself lacking the time to adequately convey my experiences on the internet. Hoping for a few minutes to jot down some reflections, but the experiences keep piling up!
You'll be happy to know that several days, boxes of Kleenex (and rolls of toilet paper, when tissues ran out) later, my cold has dissipated. But not before I unwittingly passed along my germs to Bekah and Sara, who also had to deal with my ungodly nose-blowing on several multiple-hour car rides.
Some highlights of the past few days include eating fresh fish by the river where they were caught (twice!), countless unbelievable views (see above), a picnic by a magical little river, picking wild figs and blackberries from the side of the road, smoking hookah with Kurdistan's most famous poet and a plethora of other good company, taking pictures of road signs (because I find road signs hilarious), and repeatedly being the recipient of famous Kurdish hospitality, from friends and strangers alike.
The verdict is in: Kurdistan is beautiful.