One of the things that is both enchanting and infuriating about this place is the way in which planning works. Meaning that it doesn't. There's no point really in nailing down specifics about anything, because there are about a dozen chaos factors working against you at any given moment. Broad ideas of how you want to spend your time are fine, as long as you're flexible give or take a day, and you're not too set on seeing something particular.
In other words, this place is an OCD's worst nightmare.
The good news is that no matter how your plan falls through, the resulting activities that rise out of its steaming pile of ashes are, much like a phoenix, about a trillion times better than what you had originally planned on.
So here I was, dicking around with a notebook, [re]watching some TV show for the umpteenth time, mulling over what I could possibly write about tomorrow when I get a text from a friend.
"Do you have class tomorrow and Friday?" He asks.
That's a weird question, Chris. Duh, yes of course I do? "Yessir. Do you not?"
"Nope not til Tuesday. I just found out."
In the middle of going to check my email to see if TLG sent something I missed, Sophia calls me, and informs me that there's been an outbreak of airborne meningitis, and throughout Georgia grades one through six are cancelled until next week. Because that's totally enough time to get the meningitis out of the schools, but whatever. The point is this coming weekend, which was already going to be a three day weekend on account of Monday being independence day, has now morphed into a glorious five day weekend. Naturally, hairbrained schemes were hatched within minutes, and we now have a nebulous idea of what we're going to do with our newly acquired free time!
Which means, dear reader, that while I would love to stay home tomorrow, and write about some weird Georgian shit, I'm going to be hitchhiking with a friend up through some mountains we've never been in to go visit another friend who lives in the upper elevations of this little place. Here's our route, so in case I go missing you can sort of know where to begin the search.
Kidding. I'm kidding. Isn't that a lovely shade of pink?!
Anyway. After the mountain stuff, and free wine festival on Saturday, and the weird Tusheti horse races in Sophia's village on Sunday, I will sit down and do a proper update, full of hilarity, pictures, and that adorable sass of mine.
Unless plans change again.
Cause they always do.
P.s. In case you were wondering how the hell this chaos is worth it, this type of view is the answer.
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