A Day in the Trench

4:55 AM— My alarm goes off before the sun has risen. I get up five minutes earlier than the other girls in the room so I can get a spot in the bathroom. Once we’re all up the six of us shuffle around each other with half-opened eyes, sniffing our dig clothes and...

Fear Factor Breakfast

I expected to face many trials on this archaeological expedition– scorching heat, demanding physical labor, awkward farmer’s tans—but Turkish bees never crossed my mind. “Bees?” you may ask, “what’s so bad about bees? If you don’t bother them, they won’t bother...

Space for Farming

As a sociology and anthropology major, I find the concept of space fascinating. How the environment in which people live shapes their lives, and in turn how people change their own environments to make it more suitable to the kind of lives they wish to live is...

Simple Pleasures

The nature of our work here in Turkey means that you’re going to be uncomfortable a lot of the time. It’s hot, it’s sticky, it’s dirty. No matter how much water you drink, it never feels like enough. You burn through calories at an alarming rate, meaning you work with...

Ponderings

Archeology is a guessing game. We hypothesis, analyze, postulate – trying to understand what is happening in our trench and what that says about what is happening in the surrounding area. This can be difficult. Nothing an archeologist says is 100 %. Rather it is what...

Sometimes, Blindness is Bliss

I like swimming with goggles. There’s something about being able to see what’s going on in the water around you (where the pool wall is how deep the bottom is, what’s creeping up on you, etc) that I’ve always found comforting. Well, that and it keeps my eyes from...