November 2011
2 posts
Something from Tbilisi is still traveling:... →
Go to the beginning, and you’ll see how the pair of pajama jeans I owned (they were a gag gift! honest!) have become a sensation.
July 2011
2 posts
My book set in the US and Tbilisi (like me!) →
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
12 posts
Greetings Comrades!
And the randomly-drawn-out-of -a-Georgian-sheepskin-hat winner of the Soviet Bloc of Chocolate giveaway is… DAN SANTAT aka “The Dutch Oven.” Dan, enjoy your random Soviet-era goodies and chocolate.
And, a little paper stuck to Dan’s entry and fell to the floor, so I’ll make that the runner-up… KEVIN GAUTHIER, a high school classmate,...
January 2011
9 posts
Georgian begins universal English classes →
Georgia begins universal English classes →
A 2-minute video highlighting new efforts to teach English in Georgian schools.
Felt like I was in a Seinfeld episode today at the cafe. No soup for you, Julia.
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Me: I’d like a Pie with Spinach, please
Server: Sorry, no spinach.
Me: Pie with Potato.
Server: No pie.
Me: Oh, salad with tuna, please.
Server: No tuna.
Me: Salad with—
Server: No salad.
Me: Soup with spinach?
Server: No spinach, I SAID that. Also, no soup.
Me: Ok, what do you have?
Server:...
December 2010
9 posts
November 2010
18 posts
WatchThe Georgian kids showed us some of their traditional dancing.
My daughter spoke at the American kids club again, and this time brought two friends. They spoke about Thanksgiving history and traditions. The Georgian kids are such a rapt audience.
The Youth Palace is a center for kids’ activities. It was bustling when we were there— Georgian dance lessons, art classes, photography, languages, homework help. All of the classes are free. The Youth...
I’ve gotten used to cows in my backyard. But today, I had:
Sheep with my cows. (Note the herder up top, giving a friendly wave.)
And horses. And goats. And a donkey carrying packs of supplies. Our security guard translated for me that this group is nomadic, traveling across the entire country. They pass by here once a year.
They all walked single file along our mountain ledge.
And...
Day of the Marine Ball. The designer of my dress also does hair and makeup so I said, sure, why not. I scheduled her to come to my hotel room and left enough time to re-wash my hair and face if need be. My friend Michelle would gets hers done, too.
Besides, I only wanted a blowout, leaving my hair down. How much could she screw that up?
She came with her entourage:
She brought magazine...
