On nomads
A passion in my life is moving. It's not just a passion, it's an addiction. After contemplating the same walls, the same sink, and sleeping on the same matress for more than a month I get hitches all over my body and I start to feel the need to migrate. Maybe the result of my saharian nomadic ancestry, or some product of my disturbed childhood.
The good thing is that sometimes, moving has its benefits. You discover different parts of town, different people (too many sometimes... that's why I wish I had 25 duplicates of myself, to visit all the people I have met and spent time with in the last 5 months). But mainly, sometimes it's just worth waiting for the right place and the right people.
So it took me four months, but I found it, and I found them! Meet Aurelia (Austrian), Hasmik (Armenian) and Cheryl (American):
Lovely aren't they? And they are not only cute, they also have unique and lovely personalities, and so far it's been an immense pleasure to live with them!We have two floors, downstairs there is a large living room, kitchen, bathrooms and balcony with a view on the city and Ararat (which still manages to move me to tears sometimes). Upstairs there are three bedrooms, one of which I share with Cheryl.
We even have a website: www.penthousehostel.org where you can book your room and see pictures! The owners are awesome, and they once thought of making this flat a hostel.. they continually have to refuse requests though...
And the best thing is, we have a couch! Available for travellers and friends....
Our first houseparty:

