Fun

Trevor and I spent the afternoon walking around some of Tbilisi's crustier neighborhoods with a couple of Peace Corps friends. They showed us this crumbling church they discovered, which is knee-deep in the ashes of charred Russian books.We also stumbled upon a painting studio, met Guram the painter and bought an excellent piece of artwork to bring home. (And he threw one in for free! Mbasela!)

Now we're home to eat lobiani (bread with bean paste baked inside) in honor of Barbaroba, the feast day for Saint Barbara,"traditionally the patron of armourers, military engineers, gunsmiths, miners and anyone else who worked with cannon and explosives," and, at least according to Wikipedia, "venerated by every Catholic who faces the danger of sudden and violent death in work."

That would not be me. But we're eating lobiani anyway! Happy Barbaroba!