Back From Georgia

I'm back from Georgia. It's hard to describe a two week cultural immersion in words. I could briefly say that our group traveled all around the country meeting with the local Baptist churches. We visited orphanages, refugee villages, the tourist traps, Turkey (kinda, we got stuck between the two countries, long story), played soccer, and scaled the Caucus mountains, chilled in Amsterdam during our layover, and drank a lot, a lot, a lot of wine.

The most amazing thing to me was the hospitality of the people. It was ridiculous. Families with next to nothing were everything out their kitchens to serve us food. They were sleeping on chairs so we could have their beds. They were buying us gifts, ironing our clothes, giving us their homemade wine, and literally waiting on our every move.

If I had a stranger that I couldn't speak to and didn't know come into my apartment to stay I would give them my couch, not my bed. I would offer some cereal, not eggs and bacon. I would watch my valuables, not give them to be used. I would protect my space, not open it up.