First morning in Tbilisi was a bit grey, thankfully it cleared up... eventually.
Khingkali gone wrong.
Khingkali gone right.
I loved that my breakfast view looked like something out of a fairy tale.
Georgian Alphabet. Be afraid!
The ceiling of KGB Bar.
Shashlik- basically a Georgian shishkebab.
The power went out during dinner, so my host grandfather, and resident poet, had to continue by candlelight and flashlight
Sometimes the toasting can get so intense that all the men have to stand on their chairs (no women allowed to stand on chairs, though. Not okay.)
No women standing on chairs, but girls (or in Georgian, 'gogo.' I kid you not) are okay. This is my host sister, Nini.