Expat life in Armenia

What have you overheard at the airport lately? Airports are full of conversations and interesting scenes and if you live the expat life and spend lots of time in airports, you can overhear some baffling things. Listen to this . . .

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!