Reading while in Peace Corps

Walking behind sheeps always makes me feel like a shepard

Park overlooking beautiful Borjomi

My view on a foggy morning day in the mountains

The cutest host sister ever!

These two had a very dysfunctional relationship. The dog will try to bite the cat, but they sometimes sleep in the same box.

It feels like its been forever since I've arrived in Georgia. I feel like a native now, and the roosters that wake me up at 6, the bulls and pigs on the road don't faze me now. The squat toilet is weird, cuz I can no longer read. Nearly 90% of my reading previously has been on my porcelin throne, I will now have no time to read.

I'm finding myself agreeing to random stuff that I don't understand. I should start saying I don't understand what you're saying, but instead, I say ho, ho, ho (ho is yes in Georgian) and it makes me feel like santa claus and also like a fool when I find I agreed to go on a road trip in the middle of the night. In Georgian language, every name has to end in a vowel, so my name would be Engi, and my host sister Mari always yells out "ENGI!" when I get home. Its adorable, but I think i'll get tired of being called such a cutesy name. Although often times I find myself calling one of the older volunteers "Craig-eee."