Racha

This is the view out the living room window of my host's house in Racha, where I'm doing a field visit this week.

Unbelievable, right?

I came up here under the impression I was going to visit sites and write stories, but it turns out that I'm conducting a writing workshop for the local staff. Luckily, I thrive on crazy stuff like inventing a workshop in an hour and then standing in front of a group of people as if I know what I'm doing.

Also, the housekeeper keeps bringing Turkish coffee and the PR person showed up for our session with a giant tray of fruit tarts heaped in whipped cream. At this point, I'm seriously considering calling Tbilisi and telling them I'm never coming back.