After Anri got out of school Friday afternoon, Larisa took us all to visit her sister Shorena, who lives across town in one of Tbilisi's high-rise Soviet-era apartment blocks that's grim on the outside but cozy inside.
In typically Georgian fashion, we ate until we were too stuffed to move, drank perhaps a bit too much, colored with markers and watched videos from the 1980s on VH1. (Why yes, that
is Spandeau Ballet in the background. Made me want to slow dance.)
We also rode in a tiny little elevator that costs 5 tetri to go up (eight floors) and another 5 for down. (Normally I would be too cheap to spend even 3 cents for a ride, but the staircase was dark and scary.)
Good times. Seriously good times.
In typically Georgian fashion, we ate until we were too stuffed to move, drank perhaps a bit too much, colored with markers and watched videos from the 1980s on VH1. (Why yes, that is Spandeau Ballet in the background. Made me want to slow dance.)
We also rode in a tiny little elevator that costs 5 tetri to go up (eight floors) and another 5 for down. (Normally I would be too cheap to spend even 3 cents for a ride, but the staircase was dark and scary.)
Good times. Seriously good times.
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