Expat life in Armenia

An ordinary day in the mysterious Caucasian land called Armenia (where I expatted for six years) — a day I toiled away at writing a romance novel. An ordinary day without a world crisis but featuring a dead body and a bit of dancing and drinking in the end.

Bits about underwear involving French wine, expat kids, an Armenian tailor and a girlfriend bonding experience.

In Armenia, a picnic barbecue is not just a barbecue. It’s an extreme barbecue, an interesting expat foodie experience. You take a live sheep, and . . . well just read the rest.

Do you love mozzarella? Mozzarella di bufala? What happens when your mate is offered a job to manage a mozzarella dairy in . . . no, not Italy, but . . . oh, no!

As an expat living and (not) sleeping in foreign climes, I’ve developed a thing about mattresses. If you’re a globetrotter I’m sure you’ve had your own adventures bedding down on…