
The great Georginan country side.
It’s fall here in southern California and I was dreaming I was on a road trip somewhere in the Republic of Georgia. Riding in a Lada, I had stopped off on the roadside to enjoy the spectacular view and eat some nice hot Khachapuri bread…



I can see how you would daydream about it. I was there in 2007 and it was almost surreal experiencing the people, culture, and beautiful country Georgia has to offer. The spped of things seems to be a little slower there and in spite of their tribulations, the people offer a limited amount of their energy to worrying about things they have no control over. I miss it too.