Fat and over-fifty, Liz Barron is usually found sitting down. You’ll spot her behind a desk, on her sofa, or at a bar. There have been sightings in restaurants with tasting menus; in the back of taxis ( surrounded by shopping bags); and on planes worldwide. She’s the one who always asks for a gin and tonic, and the red wine. Usually she leaves an item of clothing or luggage behind. When Liz was a child in Northern Ireland in the 1960s, her brother and sister mocked her because she never had grass-stained knees–the skidmark trademark of those who spent time playing outside. Liz has never caught a ball. None of her clothing has zips or hoods. In 2017, Liz moved from an executive career in Washington DC to the Republic of Armenia where she spent two years living with subsistence farmers, and running national English-language activities for Armenian teens. This blog catalogs her everyday adventures in Armenia and elsewhere.