Walking

For the past few days I have been making the rounds of old friends and potential collaborators. Georgians are justifiably famous for their hospitality and it is only because I insist on walking everywhere possible (much to the ladies' chagrin) that I have not already popped from the ridiculous amounts of food being forced on me.

One bonus is coming across graffiti that perfectly captures my feelings while crossing in the sub-street tunnels. Another is having time to noodle around on the FM dial and having the pleasant, though surreal, experience of hearing part of Morning Edition at 3 pm.