Monday: One third grade class plus an hour in the sun
wrapped in a blanket plus tea with a student’s family and Sopo plus a failed
attempt at Skype plus a delightful piece of cake is the perfect formula for a
good day in Shashiani.
Tuesday: Got home from Gurjaani to the announcement that
Nika was in the village. After starting a game of King, eating fried potatoes,
hot dogs, and omelets and drinking wine, we spent the rest of the night
cracking hazelnuts in our palms and eating shvindi compoti.
Wednesday: Today proves I’ve accustomed to life in Georgia;
I stopped by Sopo, dressed her baby, drank tea, and bought a Sim card to call
America cheaply. On my way home, I ran into Nika and his friend waiting for the
marshutka and greeted the neighbors sitting outside in the sun.
Thursday: Apparently one of the 3rd graders hit
his classmate in the head with a book. As retribution, my co-teacher took the
book from him, gave it to the kid he hit, and told him to hit him back. I
learned a valuable lesson; punishing violence with equivalent violence is
acceptable.
Friday: After learning that my co-teacher just wants me to
talk in class, I left for my weekend (plus 3 days) in Tbilisi. Hello showers,
real chai, heat, internet, and English; I’ve missed you.
Saturday: One bank card, a trip to the ATM, and two packages
later, I’m one happy Georgian.
Sunday: Planned my eventual wedding, ate a box of cereal,
drank tea, and listened to the same song over and over again. There’s nothing
better than a day of relaxing without anyone sitting over your shoulder asking
what you’re doing, in Georgian.
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