Language Lesson

After the preliminaries (internet and beer) I go to a pharmarcy to get some contact solution. The guy that works there speaks perfect English. He takes me to the restaurant I was looking for and would have never found on my own. You know one of the reasons I came to Georgia beside the trekking, which is suppose to be impossibly beautiful, was for the food and the wine. How could a land locked country have great food? Well they have pork and I love pork. Don't tell Emino my lover which BTW I will return to see. He's a non practicing Moslem but has never eatten pork and won't now. More on that later.

Restaurant Diaroni has a romantic cellar like atmosphere. It has a wine list full of Georgian wines. The best ones only come by the bottle but the owner opens one for me. Delicious. I had another cucumber salad. Big deal you say. It was like last night's which I thought was fabulous but this time, besides the usual plus herbs, it came in a walnut dressing. Oh god! And the braised pork so tender so little fat and what I thought was an Argentine chimichurri sauce was actually a green plum sauce. I'm then given a Georgian grappa and a perfect, I mean a perfect, expresso with milk. Those of you who know espresso know there should be a layer of creama on top - not cream but espresso cream.

To top it off I'm given a language lesson. There are some words I will never be able to say, too much 'R' rolling but now I know how to say: thank you, hello, how are you, I'm fine. This will be a tremendous help in finding my way - Ha!

Yes maybe I shouldn't say but Lisa in Bozcaada wants me to work for her and Emino wants me to live with him indefinitely. I probably won't be coming back as planned. If Nick and Kathy are reading this I'll let you know.

Tommorow I head to the mountains (Svaneti) for trekking.