As the bus came in to Gori last Saturday everyone in the back of our bus just kept saying, "It's about to get real." We could see all our host families, but had no idea what family we would belong to. All we know were the names and location of our families. I was placed in Tiniskhidi, the closes village to Gori. My host family is only two people, my host mom Eliza and my host dad Merab. They are really great and are taking amazing care of me. Eliza is always telling me to eat, and if I eat somewhere else she gets mad a me. She is also always telling me that I should be cold and that I need to put on more clothing. She told me today that if my feet froze off she would kill me. I have my own room upstairs from where they sleep. There is also two extra rooms up here no one really uses and a room where Eliza teaches math to the local kids. There are only four of us in our cluster, and we all live close to each other. Some of the other groups are more spread out. Here is a photo of my room the first day I got here. I'm working on keeping it clean...it's going ok.
Our second day in the village we went for a walk with our LCF (language teacher) to find out more about the place that will be our home for the next 11 weeks. As we were walking some very nice ladies invited us in to see how they make bread (puri). Here are some of the photos from that day.
After they made the bread they gave us some lunch. The Georgians know how to eat. They gave us all kinds of foods and even some of their honey. Everything was homemade and amazing. We had a great time with them. My host family isn't very happy with the fact that I don't drink, they just keep telling me it's ok if I have a little bit. I tell them no, at this point we all just laugh and move on.
Also sour cream on cookies is a thing, and I don't hate. I even kind of like it.
