Working in Turkey this summer was an amazing experience. I learned a lot, both academically and socially. Regarding archaeology itself, I learned how to be very careful, keeping an eye out for any little thing which could be something. It’s very easy to miss...

Not just moving rocks and dirt…

In Turkey, my job consisted of excavating, keeping detailed notes on that excavation, and washing pottery. Every work day, we left for the site at 5:30 am, had breakfast, dug, had a tea break for half an hour at 10, then back to digging until 1 when we had lunch, back...

So much dirt

First of all, we don’t fight nazis on a regular basis. Nor have I ever seen anyone melt from the Arc of the Covenant. In reality, it’s a whole lot less glamourous. Indy is far too clean to be working on a dig. We spend all day scraping though dirt and...

A dream of rocks and dirt

Early last week, Mary asked if we saw rocks when we closed our eyes. Everyone laughed. Now, as we approach the end of week 2, the rocks have infiltrated my dreams. I see the cistern wall and the ever-lowering pit of dirt and rocks when I go to sleep at night. I think...

Being sick

I arrived in Gazipa┼ča on Sunday, after having spent a few days in Turkey before hand. On Monday, we had our first day of work. We pulled weeds. Nothing but weeding. I was literally dripping sweat, but other than the constant dampness and the pain in my limbs, I was...