Lav Achratel

            I went to my internship at National Geographic today. We talked a bit about the kind of article I would be writing. I’m really exited but kind of stressed to find something worthy of NG traveler.

            I left at one saying Vram needed to show me where Birthright Armenia was, which was true in parts because he did call, but I was leaving to get lunch with my Aline and Tsoline, my lovely roommates, at the Mariott. I was so exhausted I almost passed out on my food. No, Seriously.

            Then I went back to my place and plug the fan next to my bed and took a niiiice long nap and worked a little to get my bombin’ articles out of the way in order to fully dedicate my time to NG and ArmeniaNow. Then I took another nap (I dunno what’s wrong with me… it’s the heat!)

            I left my apartment at midnight to try to get an interview with a Belgian hunger striker (my editor at ArmeniaNow.com wants the story on this expat who doesn’t speak Armenian or Russian and that no one but MOI can interview). But after a failed attempt, because the poor starved man was sleeping, I got a Kilikia piva (Beer) and walked back on Mashtots Prospekt thinking, “Damn, I live in Yerevan.”