Day 11: Kakheti

After a restful night a sleep & a buckwheat breakfast we were off to Kakheti for a school visit, some sightseeing, and a supra.  As you can see from this picture, there was a lot of heavy, slow-moving traffic that day (of the bovine variety). 

We eventually made it and were just in time for a school visit. Some of our favorite FFG Students would be getting to show us around today: George, Shota, and Data. Georg

e was an incredible dancer, Shota really liked american basketball, and Data was t

he National officer that was known for his public speaking abili

ties. So naturally we would be well taken care of.  The school in Kakheti was large

, and they had a badmint

on court, and a soccer/basketball court (not uncommon to many of the schools we traveled to). We had the opportunity to see their FFG chapter room, w

hich also doubled as there computer lab. Upon our arrival we saw that they had much American paraphernalia on the wall.... and dead in the center of the wall was something that struck Heather and I by surprise....

You Can't Hide That Gladiator Pride! Clarke Central High School! After Heather and I had traveled half way around the world the last thing we would think we would see would be a Clarke Central Spirit Flag! Apparently a Peace Corp Worker had left it at the school some time ago as a souvenir, and little did that Peace Corp Worker think that people that lived mere minutes away from Clarke Central would ever see it again! Truly Amazing (and ironic). 

After the school visit, we traveled to the birthplace of Ilia Chavchavadze, Georgian activist, poet, and "Founder of modern Georgia".http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilia_Chavchavadze.  His museum was impressive as was his wine cellar. The FFG students knew almost as much about Ilia as the tour guide, and I was impressed with how proud they were of their country's people and history. 

Our group then traveled to a monastery which was very amazing in its on right. The students took us up to to rooftops to check out the scenery. Sho

ta and I had some quality bonding time as well.

Following a day full of sight seeing and hanging out with the FFG students you would think that they would have a nice, quiet evening supra planned for us. But as you may have already got the picture from reading this blog, things are seldom as the seem in the Republic of Georgia. 

The food and drink was abundant, people young and old were playing the guitar & the piano, everyone had to sing and most everyone danced. By this time I had grown accustomed to the tradition Georgian dance and even tried my hand at it....

Embarrassing? Yes, I know. Fun? Most in the world. I found that no matter what language you speak laughter and love, along with sports, is universal. Many of the older male students that could speak english asked me a very simple question when I first got to know them, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" You see, in the RofG the number of siblings you have correlate to how blessed you have been in life. When I responded with a "no", they still smiled from ear-to-ear and responded with "We are now your brothers!" This made my trip and I knew that this would give me a lot to think (and write about) on my way back to the U.S.A. Speaking of which, the return would commence in less than 48 hours. We would trek back to Tblisi, which could be regarded as the land of plenty, tomorrow but for now Stephen and I would relish the time we spent in Gavazi & Kakheti at Giga's home. It would be a journey from Gavazi to Tblisi, but hopefully the dirtroads might have found a box blade by now....or not.