Georgia is an ancient land. It was one of the first countries to christianize, and has been at the crossroad between larger empires for millennia. Nestled amidst the foothills and valleys of the Caucuses, Georgia has preserved its unique culture amidst a tempestuous past. Some speculate that is was here amidst the verdant foothills and sloping broad valleys of the Caucuses that fermented grape juice would be first processed and drank. Wine has become central to Georgian culture, and this sense of merriment continues through piquant Georgian cuisine and all palatable potables.
During a three day sojourn in Tblisi, I was met with breathtaking views, lavish dining, and an unforgettable wine tour. By train I carried on towards the black sea coast and arrived in the subtropical port of Batumi, where I met my wonderful host family. Moving into a completely non-english speaking environment has been a shock therapeutic experience for bolstering my language skills, but I am much appreciative of it. One thing I have noticed is that my host family is extremely hospitable especially given their modest Brezhnevka apartment.
Georgia is known for its resplendent hospitality. During my stay with my host family and other Georgians I have been offered more than words can describe. In America, I am used to eating a light diet and preparing food myself cheap and quick. Never before have I seen so much care put into the preparation and execution of a meal than here, be it for host or guest. My host grandmother also does most of the cooking and cleaning of the household, and refuses vigorously when I try to help. In America there is different expectations regarding housework and I was not used to the Grandmother living with the entire family and doing the house work.
While I at first felt a sense of sorry I came to see the situation through a different lens. Georgia has a strong matriarchal history and the older women as the center and keeper of the house is a proud tradition that goes hand in hand with hospitality. I think that it is important to recognize culture not as a barrier but something we are either born into or adapt to. When I sit at the dinner table and talk amongst my hosts as we eat and drink, I realize that I have not just moved physically (though the flight was long), but also through thousands of years of enshrined traditions and customs that makes Georgia unique.