So, You Worked on an Archaeological Dig in Turkey?

I have already been asked the question, “what are you going to be doing there?” too many times to count. My answers before coming on the trip are nothing like they will be when I return because I honestly didn’t know much about archaeology. It was a hard question to...

Jokes Are Great

There are plenty of people in the world who do not understand the truth about archaeology. Pretty much everyone I’ve told that I was doing this made an Indiana Jones joke, and to be frank, not all of them were unfunny or gross misconceptions about archaeology....

I Like History!!!

It’s crazy to think that I’ve only been here a week because of how much I now know about myself and have grown in this short period of time. One of the biggest things that I’ve learned is that I can do this. I can go to a new country with people I don’t know very...

My Second Blog Post

        80-something-degrees is a nice temperature especially after some scorching 100 degree afternoons. Now besides my new found ability to roast in the sun slowly, I have discovered — or more like rediscovered — the joy of the slower and more tedious kind of...

Mostly Familiar

Things have changed a great deal from when I first came here, and more often than not in a positive rather than negative way. First major change: I thought archaeology was a much more isolated field of study than most others, but the more I stay here, the more...

A Rainy Day

Eight days into the excavation and I have learned that I hate the rain here. With Thursday bringing enough rain to cancel a day of excavation, my team and I are unable to finish leveling AC6C and start removing wall-fall near the east wall and start to expose what...

All quiet on the southern shore

I stand, slowly, from my diggers-squatting position, wiping the sweat off my brow with a soot covered sleeve, to admire my handiwork. I find myself standing in a 2/3 or so meter-deep trench, after several days of digging, completed with the help of my two...

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...

This site is a bottomless pit—literally.

     Over the last 8 days, I’ve learned that chucking a rock of a cliff as far as you possibly can is a very satisfying (although slightly terrifying) experience. I’d like to think I’m getting stronger with every bucket of rocks and dirt. At least, I hope I am,...