Monday, July 2, 2012

Finally home


This is going to be my last official post because I'm officially home! Well I have been for a few days, but I've needed time to relax.  After the 2 delayed flights, 1 cancelled flight, 1 bus ride, abandoned luggage that was sent to my house.... I finally made it home! I think I was traveling for about 30 hours straight.  That was awesome.  Not.  The best thing about my trip home, I was never hit by jet lag! 

This was not my first time away from home.  However, it was the longest that I have been away from home.  It was the longest that I’ve stayed in once place while traveling. 
I didn’t have friends of family traveling with me.  I had to figure out everything entirely on my own. 

While in Georgia, I built a life for myself.  I had a job.  I had amazing coworkers.  I had projects outside of school to keep me busy.  I figured out how I fit into my Georgian family.  I made new friends that turned into building a small community.  It’s hard to believe that all that came to an end after six months.

When I returned home to my life in the US, I can say that I didn’t really feel that different.  When I think about it, it feels like my time in Georgia was a dream.  Did it actually happen?  Was it all just a dream? 

It wasn’t a dream.  The return culture shock does not hit everyone.  I think I’ve gotten so good at adjusting and readjusting that it doesn’t take a large toll on me anymore.  I’m very thankful for that.  I still have come extremely appreciative of my life in the US.  Living in Georgia has made me value so many things.  I love telling my family about things that I experienced over there, especially the living conditions.  I was extremely lucky in my conditions, but it was still hard at times.  After sharing, my family members simply said, “I couldn’t have done that.”  I’m proud of myself that I could endure.

Now that I’m home and readjusting nicely, I’m ready to take the next step.  I’m ready for the new test to come my way.  I’m ready for the next challenge.  I don’t know what is next, but I know it’s going to be great!

ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE!!!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Soon it will be nothing but memories...

My final day in Georgia as a TLG Volunteer has arrived.  I know I'm not technically a volunteer anymore because my contract ended 7 days ago.  That's beside the point.  I'm also saying that it's my final day as a volunteer because maybe I'll come back here again.

It's been a wild 6 months.  Looking back on my time here, I've done so many things!  That's the beautiful part of being abroad and traveling, you're feet don't want to sit still for too long.

I
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got classroom experience under my belt.  I think I'm a pretty good teacher.  That's what everyone has been telling me, so it must be true.
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attempted to learn some Georgian.  Never mastered the alphabet, but that's not important.
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been apart of/help build a community in Batumi.  I've met so many amazing people, Georgians and foreigners, and I hope to keep in touch with as many of them as I can!
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traveled throughout Georgia and managed to get to Armenia and Turkey.  Adding 3 more countries to my travel list :)
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co-directed/produced (whatever) a play with 20 crazy Georgian teenagers.  And we pulled it off!  Those kids were a blast to work with.  They are all going to go far in life.  I've got a good feeling about them.
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grew surprisingly close with my host family, the Yacheishvilis! I am so grateful to them for welcoming me into their home for all that time.  They made me feel more at home than I would have imagined.  
I miss my duck coffee cup :(
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survived the Georgian winter! Enough said.
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experienced the amazingness of the Marshutka.  I'm still alive!
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And so much more.  But I forgot.  Must not have been that important!


A few days ago, someone asked me, "What was your favorite day here?"  I think I sat there for about 5 minutes just thinking.  Trying to string all my favorite moments together and pick the big favorite.  Simply impossible.  I've had so many great moments here, I can't pick a favorite day.

MEMORY TIME (these are in no particular order)
  • During orientation, we sat in the Ballroom waiting for Tamara to read off our placements.  I was the only one in my group to get placed within the city of Batumi! Woot woot.
  • The first time I walked around Batumi at night and got to see the city completely lit up!
For example: This!
  • The first time I taught the 4th grade by myself.  The plan was to follow the book but then we just played "Simon Says." Watching them run around the room was hilarious!
  • Exploring the fantastic Disney Statue Park with Kas on my birthday! 

And then going to my birthday supra before jetting off to Armenia that night! Great 24th b'day.

  • Helping Chuck rescue 2 kittens from the cruel Georgian cat world.  They're not really fans of cats. 
Meet Oslo Giorgi!

And the kitten that doesn't have a set name yet.  I call her Charlie.





















  • Taking the cast of Murtazi and Juliet up to the Mtirala National Park.  Hiking for hours, pretty much uphill I might add, for hours to a gorgeous waterfall.  Then a picnic... then a squirt gun fight.  I took the pictures.

  • Pretty much ANY of the numerous shindigs that occurred at Chuck's apartment.  That was where I went for a little home away from home.  Thanks Chuck! I'm going to miss that more than I can put into words.
We DO have fun!
  • I feel like I need to mention the nightlife of Batumi.  In a way, it reminded me so much of River Falls.  I loved that.  There were those few bars in town.  That's probably not true.  But there were only 3  that everyone seemed to stick to; Vinyl, Iredelis, and Metro.  That's just how we roll in Batumi. 


  • Easter Break was pretty awesome.  That's a lot of moments to talk about though.  Trabzon, Gori, Borjomi, Vardzia... Too much amazingness for one little bullet point.
  • One night I was hanging out with Chuck, James, and Raisa.  We were having our last hangout session just the four of us.  After a spectacular dinner (made by Chef Chuck), we headed out to the Boulevard and then to the beach to launch Chinese lanterns.  It was straight out of "Tangled."

  • The TLG Volunteer Certification Ceremony of 2012.  Basically, all the TLGers who finished their contracts in June went to this ceremony. We pretty much went to a graduation.  It was a great way to finish up everything and say good-bye to people. Oh yeah, and I was chosen to give a speech.  No big deal.  I was the chosen TLG volunteer to represent the Adjara region.  Yes, I was nervous and yes, I stumbled.  I am so glad that I did it though! :)  It pays to have a great experience.
  • The night of the Murtazi and Juliet production was one of the most stressful times and one of the greatest.  It was a great production and of course there were a few hiccups but nothing major.  The kids did a phenomenal job is that heatbox of an auditorium.  Their hearts were all a flutter and I remember a few stomachs flipping up and down.  After the performance, some of the kids practically kidnapped Chuck, James, and I.  They shoved us onto a crowded Marshutka and refused to tell us where they were taking us.  Sandro, however, kept repeating "Mtirala!"  I would not have lasted that long.  Instead of Mtirala, they took us the Riviera Restaurant for a special dinner.  There was dancing later.  That was a really fun night.  Especially when James put on the horse costume! Great fun.
That is only a few of my favorite moments.  I've been here 6 months, if that was it... To get right down to the point.  I love traveling and it's unpredictability.  You can try and make an itinerary, but there are some things you can't factor in.  The element of surprise that will take your breath away.

In 5 hours, I head to the airport and begin my journey back to the US.  I'm sad to leave. I'll probably cry when I get on the plane. I'm excited too. I'm ready to start my life back home and find my next big journey.

Until next time. Adventure is out there.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

An Hour with Hilary!


Monday evening, around 10pm, I was at dinner with some friends enjoying a late night meal. A wonderful falafel plate at the Lebanese Restaurant.  We’re finishing up and waiting for the check when I receive a call from an unknown number.  Generally I don’t answer those but it was a “577” number which means that it was from someone in TLG.  I answered the phone and I hear, “Hello Kristine, this is …… from TLG.  Do you …… “ I could hardly hear a thing.  My phone is awful!  Urgh.  I could just throw it at a wall soon.  Well, I lost reception completely and the call dropped.  I run outside quickly to try and get to a quiet place and wait for them to call back.  When I answer I find out that Hilary Clinton is going to be in Batumi tomorrow.  First thought: “Cool!”  Then I find out that there is an event in the Piazza in her honor.  Second thought: “Awesome! Maybe she’s making a speech and they’re telling me to go and watch.”  THEN they tell me that this is a private event for her.  Third thought: “Bummer. Why are you calling then?” Even though it is a private event, a few TLG volunteers were invited to attend the event because she wants to meet us.  Fourth thought: “I WAS CHOSEN?!”  Sweet, I get to meet Hilary Clinton! Final thought: “Wait, what do I wear?”  When I asked the TLG representative, her response was “I think casual will work.” Seriously? I should dress casually when meeting the US Secretary of State?  I’ll figure that out on my own.  I might have been a little over the top when thanking her on the phone for choosing me, but it’s an amazing opportunity! Who would have thought that I would be meeting Hilary Clinton as a TLG volunteer in Georgia?! I sure didn’t.

Tuesday. 

I receive the details from my TLG rep, Indira. I must meet her and the other volunteers in the park at 5:30. Don’t be late! Dress semi-formal as the minimum (So casual is not gonna fly).  I leave play practice at 4 and rush home to get ready.  I even took a Marshutka home so I could have more time.  I hardly ever take Marshutkas in the city.  That’s how pressed for time I was.  On the Marshutka, I begin making a checklist of what I need to do when I get home.  Turn on the water heater so I can shower; pull out my fancy, blue dress; find some accessories; do my hair… You know, all the girlie things. 

I get home and I find out that there is no water at home.  Noooooooo!!  But then my host sister comes to the rescue with the back up water and the teakettle.  What we end up doing is heating up some water in the teakettle and she pours the water over my head as I bend over the shower to least wash my hair.  Thanks Mari! :)  I finish getting ready and fly out the door by 5!  Flag down another Marshutka and head off to the meeting point.

We met at 5:30 in the park and found some benches in the shade.  6 o’clock comes around and no call. Then it’s 6:30.  Then it’s 7 o’clock.  At this point, several of us had resigned with the possibility of the event getting cancelled.  I was one of those people.  I admit it!  You would be one too.  Well, surprise surprise. At 7:45, we finally got the “go ahead” to head to the Piazza.

As we walked through town, I couldn’t help but notice how many of the streets were blocked off and how there seemed to be two police officers at each street corner.  A little extreme?  Possibly.  In the Piazza, there are two main restaurants.  La Brioche, one of the more pricey cafes in Batumi, and The Quiet Woman, one of the more pricey bars in Batumi.  Of course! We’ll take Hilary there!  I’m surprised there wasn’t a red carpet waiting for her.

Anyway, we were given the back row of tables (naturally), but it was still fabulous because La Brioche is amazing.  At each table, there was a plate of fruit and a plate of desserts waiting for us.  As we sat down, a man came around and told us, “Don’t eat anything until Hilary Clinton arrives. Oh, and no pictures.”  Great. No pictures and no food.  Good thing we had all those snacks while waiting in the park.  At least we were given some wine while we waited.  Some of the best wine I’ve ever had.  Well done, La Brioche.  At one point, it began to drizzle.  A canopy did not cover Hilary’s table.  It was rather amusing watching 15 waiters and the management staff move everything around for 5 minutes of drizzling.  When that stopped, they moved everything back to its original place.  Logic was not on their side.  Moving the canopy could have been easier, but I guess their way was more fun.

At 9:20, Mikheil Saakashvili, the President of Georgia, arrives with his wife and runs around to make sure that everything was perfect. There was a little tension, but they were speaking Georgian so I couldn’t really understand the problem.  15 minutes later, Hilary finally arrives!  She walked into the Piazza with a news camera giving her a spotlight and flanked by her group of bodyguards.  Mikheil was telling her about the Piazza and then gestured in our direction and said “Those are the Americans over there.” We all received a wave and then she went to her table.  So that was what they meant by “meet Hilary Clinton”? Okay, at least we all got food and wine. :)

Before sitting down a woman sang the US National Anthem.  Of course.  It’s been awhile since I’ve heard that.  Honestly, she was much better than some of the versions that I’ve heard back home.  We all sit down and begin eating.  It was hard not to attack the food that we had been staring at for so long.  Sarah went straight for the desserts and I dived into the fruit plate.  I had my first watermelon of the summer and it was great!  While we were devouring our food a bunch of traditional Georgian dancers come running into the Piazza.  That is what I wish I could have taken a picture/video of.  Oh Hilary.  Anyway, the dancers performed twice, there were singers as well. 

After the performances ended, Hilary stood up and I assumed that she was making her exit.  However, she was introduced to the US Ambassador at the table behind her and then Mikheil led her over to all the TLGs! :) Happy dance!  She met the girls at the first table and then spoke to Sarah.  Before she came to speak to me, Mikheil stopped her and told the story about how he thought of the TLG program.  Basically, his wife’s brother has been traveling all over the world for many years and he’s mainly been speaking English because it’s rare to meet anyone outside Georgia who knows Georgian.  Anyway, the brother’s English is so fantastic because he’s been talking with native English speakers.  Therefore Mikheil started the TLG program to bring native English speakers to Georgia so that all Georgians would know it from the native perspective.  Then Hilary came and introduced herself to me. She asked me three questions, “What’s your name?” “Where are you from?” and “How long have you been in Georgia?”  Three questions was enough for me.  Anything else and I wouldn’t have known what to say.  I’m just glad I didn’t stumble over my words.

After meeting the rest of the TLGs, she floated through the rest of the tables, met a few more people, and then called it a night.  Once she left the Piazza, then everyone began wrapping things up.  We were pretty much being pushed out by the La Brioche staff.  I lingered enough to finish up my glass of wine and grab the last pieces of fruit.  You have to snag that while you can! It’s not very often that I get fruit in this country.

That was my big moment with Hilary Clinton.  Exciting stuff, right?

Here's a video of the news clip with Hilary!
http://www.myvideo.ge/?act=dvr&chan=rustavi2&seekTime=06-06-2012+12%3A06

Until next time.  Adventure is out there!

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Doctor! Doctor!

Welcome to June everyone! We're having a great start to the month so far! :) The first day was a great big field trip to the Mtirala National Park.  But that's another story for another time.  I want to tell you all about my first doctor visit in a foreign country. Yesterday's drama.

Now that I think about it, I this was my second doctor visit in Georgia.  The first was during the week of TLG Orientation when I had to do a medical check.  That doesn't exactly count because I wasn't sick at the time.  So this is my first doctor visit because I was sick.  I thought it was just a typical cold.  Sore throat.  Congestion.  No cough yet, but I'm sure it's on the way.  Normally, when I get sick, I ride it out.  No doctor.  No meds.  Just some good, old fashion Vitamin C.  Not this time!

So, here's the story.  After the final ELCE training session on Saturday (woot woot), I went to the Radisson Hotel with a friend to enjoy a celebratory beverage... or two. Nbd. How can you say no to this view of Batumi??

Before heading to the Radisson, I self-diagnosing myself with Strep.  Totally google imaged "strep throat."  Let me tell you! That is not pretty.  Eek!  Anywho! While at the Radisson, I popped into the ladies room took a look at the back of my throat.... It looked remarkably similar to the images I googled.  And I thought, "Great! The first time I get Strep, I'm in a developing country with sketchy hospitals and doctor offices (from what I hear)."  

Next step: Find doctor at 8pm on a Saturday and confirm self diagnosis.

Usually when you visit the doctor, it's in their office, correct? Well not this time!  I got the royal treatment :)  Instead of calling my insurance company and waiting until Monday to get checked out.  I went directly to the source.  Contacted a friend that lives close by because her husband is a doctor.  Luckily, she was at home and they live in the area.  We took a quick jaunt down the road and up to their beautiful apartment.  Immediately, I was seated on the couch and then a thermometer was placed under my arm.  Temp was a little high I guess, but nothing too serious.  We discussed my symptoms, took my blood pressure, yadha yadha, yadha.  

You'll all be happy to hear, it's NOT Strep.  However!  Doctor says, I have Tonsilitis! Awesome.  NOT. 

Well, I got some medication.  I'm on 2 day of that and swelling has gone down.  Sweet! Anti-biotics to the rescue!  I am so glad that I knew someone who was available on such short notice.  I really do think that Georgians have such amazingly huge hearts and they just want to help you in any way that they can.  It takes a remarkable heart to see someone in your home on your time off.  Simply wonderful people.  Thanks to them, I am well on my way to recovery! :):)

Until next time. Adventure is out there!

Monday, May 28, 2012

ქრისტინა

I just got the cutest gift from my host family! It's a coffee cup that is monogramed with my name on it! :)

My cup! I know you can't see all the letters of my name in the picture.  But they're all there!

For those of you who are thinking, "Why is she so excited about a monogramed coffee cup?" ... I have two things to say to you:
1. Bite me. Hehe
2. You probably have a really common name.  So when you find monogramed items your name is probably always there. Of course you're not going to think it's that exciting!

Despite the fact that it's a gift from my fabulous host family, it's the Georgian spelling/alphabet of my name! In the US, I can never find the correct spelling of my name (full or nick): Kristine or Krissi.  I guess Kristine is a very uncommon spelling.  One time I did see an "Adriana" and not "Kristine".  What's up with that?! Furthermore, there seems to be some controversy surrounding my nickname.  I changed the spelling of it in high school.  I would rather have the "i" than the "y".  Personally, I think it looks better. My family and some friends feel otherwise.  They still spell it with a "y".  Silly people!

Anywho! I will love this cup forever! It's a great reminder of my time here. Plus, now I can never forget how to spell my name the Georgian way.

Kristina = ქრისტინა

Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Last Big Hurrah at Chuck's :)

Friday night was the last big hurrah party of our little Batumi Community at Chuck's House.  These little shindigs have been occurring almost every weekend at Chuck's place.  Sadly, all of our time together is slowly coming to an end.  Some of us are leaving in a week or two.  Some of us are leaving to travel a bit more before returning home, wherever those homes might be.  But then some of will be returning to Georgia in the Fall.  I'm included in the second group.

Anyway! Before Kas and I headed to the shindig, we took a little stroll on the Boulevard.  We were walking merrily along when we heard some wonderful Georgian music.  It was coming from a parked car under a grove of trees and there were four Georgian men dancing their little hearts out.  It was hilarious to watch.  Just a regular Friday afternoon in Batumi.  After the dancing ended, we relaxed a little bit longer on our bench... Until we saw some big thunder clouds rolling through.  We quickly packed up our bags and made a run for it to Chuck's place.  We were about a 45 minute walk away.  10 minutes passed and a torrential downpour.  After the last time when I got stuck in the rain without an umbrella, I made sure that I had mine on this day! Go me!  Kas, however, was lacking in the umbrella department.  During her stay in Georgia (From Sept 2011 to the present), she has gone through 4 or 5 umbrellas.  Oh Georgia!  So, we're in the downpour, trying to press on, but we had to duck in between these 2 buildings to wait out the "storm."  In total it only lasted 5 minutes max.  Post downpour, the Boulevard had cleared out.  We had the whole place to ourself!

Stolling down the Boulevard...  Arrival of Chuck's! The party was already underway! :)

I already said that I've been to several soirees at Chuck's and this one was the biggest! At one point in the one bedroom apt, there was about 20 people.  Now that doesn't seem like a lot to all the hardcore party people out there, but it really took me back to those college days ... Such a long time ago *ahem one year ago. ahem*  Anywho!

20 people. Americans. Georgians. Canadians. A Georgian Kitten.  There was a variety of beverages being passed around.  A plethora of snacks (we went through at least 8 bags of chips. slightly hilarious.)
Simply, a marvelous time!

The evening soiree transformed into a giant sleepover!  Not all 20 people stayed over night, thank goodness!  Only 12 of us. ONLY.  Two on the kitchen floor.  Two in the bedroom.  Four in the living room.  Four in the alcove.  I shared my mattress with Jordan in the living room.  She actual tried to overtake my mattress, but I held my ground!

My favorite part of the function was the breakfast the next morning.  It was the closest thing to an American breakfast since I left home.  There was fruit salad, orange juice, omelets, toast, and pancakes!!  I think that is what I have been craving the most.  Did you hear that, Mom?  I want pancakes when I get home! Just kidding, I'll be making them myself. Every day for a week. :)  Pancakes.  The only downside is there is no Aunt Jemima Syrup in Georgia. :(  Maple Syrup in general here is incredibly expensive.  One small bottle of syrup costs 30 GEL, about $20.  Yikes!  Well, Pancakes without syrup is still great in my book!
A special thanks to Chuck for a wonderful send off! :)  Couldn't have asked for a better night.  But I still have plenty of time left for great nights to come.  I'm not saying good-bye to Georgia yet.

Until next time.  Adventure is out there! 

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Beware Soy Sauce, Strangers, and Sudden Storms

I've got 3 stories for you all!  Ironically, they all deal with "S" words.  That's just weird. Well, let's get to my latest moments of my time in Georgia

Story 1:  Beware of Soy Sauce.

Yesterday, Kas and I headed off to one of our favorite restaurants here in Batumi, the Chinese-Indian Restaurant.  We mainly stick to the Chinese menu.  I'm pretty sure I've gotten the same thing every time I've gone there.  I don't do well with change when it comes to food.  But frankly, a big plate of Chicken Fried Rice for 6.50 GEL ($4), that's a great deal!  Can't go wrong with that.  Anywho... We each ordered a plate of Chicken Fried Rice and I got some Onion Paratha (it's Indian bread and it's delicious). So we got our food and I look at the table and realize that there is no soy sauce! What?!  A Chinese restaurant and there's no soy sauce on the table.  That's blasphemy!  The waitress is no where in sight.  At this point, Kas and I are the only two people in the place.  This is typical.  When eating at this restaurant, one usually has the entire place to themselves.  I'm super curious how it stays in business.  Another thought for another time.
Since the waitress was MIA, I went to track down the soy sauce myself.  We are pretty well liked and I knew where it was so I didn't think there would be a problem.  I waltzed over grabbed a bottle and got a "okay" nod from the chef.  Success! Or so we thought...  Kas dribbed a little soy sauce on her food first.  I was still munching away on my paratha.  Yum yum.  When I finish my paratha, I grabbed the soy sauce and poured some on my rice.  As I did, a giant, dead FLY came streaming out as well.  I know that we're generally lacking protein over here, but that was not exactly what I had in mind.  Eek!  We just sat there staring at my plate...  Kas had been eating the lovely fly juice for the past 5 minutes or so. Honestly, I thought she was going to run off to the bathroom.  That's how I interpreted her facial expression.  She head herself together well.  We called over the waitress when she was shocked.  She immediately looked over at the cooks.  We told her that it came from the soy sauce (explanation through hand gestures of course).  Apparently in the five years that she's been working there, that has never happened.  Of course not.  She took away the fly juice and made us some more fried rice because  half of it was ruined.  The new rice was bagged up to go.  That was great! Both of us kind of lost our appetites after that.  For our troubles, we got some complimentary green tea.  It was pretty great, except it was super hot out.  There's nothing like hot tea on a hot day.
I'll probably go back there again soon, but I'll think twice about the soy sauce.

Story 2: Beware of Strangers

This story is not so cool.  It was last night, well technically this morning.  I was walking home from hanging out with some friends at Metro.  That's one of spots in Batumi where all the TLGers/Peace Corps people hang out.  For those of you who went to River Falls, you all know the order of bars that the students go to.  Coaches, Ground, and Boomers.  Well it's kind of the same thing here in Batumi.  Iredeli and Vinyl are first and second.  It depends on the night which one is first, but they go hand in hand.  Then the people that want to keep going after those two close then head to Metro.  Besides hanging out with amazing people, I embrace the routine of the bars because it takes me back to those RF days when I got to do the usual.  Oh dear.  I make it sound like that was eons ago, when really it was a year ago.
So I was walking home from Metro. I wasn't actually walking home because I've been cat/house sitting for a friend while he enjoys a lovely vacation in Istanbul.  Just a little side note.  Anyway, most of the time when I walk around late at night, I'm not usually bothered.  This was one of the few times where I was NOT left alone on my nice walk home.  Let's be real, I was pretty much harassed.  I knew that this guy was going to talk to me because of the way that he was following me.  We were going in the same direction but clearly it turned into following.  I knew he would say something because I started on the sidewalk but he came on the side walk.  So I moved into the street, they're doing construction on this road and it's blocked off, it was safe.  After I moved into the street, so did this guy.  So I crossed the median to walk on the other side of the street and so did he.  BUDDY!  Take a hint, I'm trying to get away from you.  He did not get the hint.  Then I hear, "Hello! You are very pretty! Where are you going? So pretty." Throughout all the shouting, I just ignored him, didn't say a word, and subtly tried to adjust my pace and stride so that I could get away from him.  I think he picked up on it because next thing I know he's jogging up behind me to walk next to me.
So I'm alone, still probably 20 minutes from my destination, and now I'm being mistaken as a prostitute.  Awesome.  This guy was persistent.  Question after question after question.  Not answering didn't work.  Answering with "no" didn't work.  "Leave me alone" didn't work.  Nothing.  He tried to offer me some gum at one point, of course I said "no" and seemed upset that I wouldn't take his gum.  Nice gesture, but not falling for it.  All the sudden he skips in front of me, faces me, in turn making me stop, and he drops down to one knee and tries to take my hand.  A proposal?!  Seriously?!  After that the mental debate turned into: Fight or flight... Fight or flight... Fight or flight.  In the end, I fake named him (introducing Nicole Smith!) and managed to separate from him.  Phew!
That's the closest I've gotten to being harassed by a Georgian.  I'm so lucky he didn't try anything else, but he probably would have gotten a swift kick to a place where a man does not want a swift kick.  Definitely don't want another experience like that.  I really hate paying for taxis... but it looks like that might have to be the way to go if this situation presents itself again.  :/

Story 3: Beware of Sudden Storms

Normally I'm a big fan of thunderstorms.  Don't get me wrong.  I love them.  Except... today was not one of those days.  I was walking back from the Batumi Plaza and it began to drizzle.  Okay.  Not too bad.  The Plaza is all the way on the other side of the city.  I was about 35 to 40 minutes away.  Plus I was carrying my purse, gym bag (yup, I joined the gym at the Plaza! Just for one month), and a few props from the Murtazi and Juliet practice I had gone to before that.  PLUS, no umbrella.  The rain is starting to come down harder.... Thunder is booming.... Lightning is cracking... yahda yahda yadha...
It was a great walk home. Not. It's my own fault for neglecting the Boy Scout motto.  (When abroad) Always be prepared!  I shall not forget that.


Until next time.  Adventure is out there!