06-05-2012

Dear Grandma Weez,

You shouldn’t have worried.  I don’t think it is possible for me to have gotten a host family that reminds me more of how wonderful it is to live with you.  I live with a lady about Mom’s age and her mother.  Nino and Eli.  I already love them.  During orientation the staff told us a lot about Georgian culture—about huge dinners and being pushed to eat and drink as a way of welcoming a guest.  I was nervous about being put on the spot.  Instead, though, they did exactly what you would have done.  They fed me until there were positive I wasn’t hungry, gave me a glass of wine (or a shot, rather, Georgian style) … and put me to bed.  And I was so grateful.

The power went out halfway though dinner and we laughed and ate by flashlight.  Also!  They make their own bread, have their own honeycombs, and make their own wine and it is all so good!  They promised to teach me how to make bread and when I come home, I will teach you how to make bread like a Georgian!

I wish that you could see their home and gardens.  They have beautiful irises and flowerbeds and chickens.  A neat and orderly (big!) veggie garden, and perfectly tended grape vines.  I wish you could see it so much!  You would absolutely approve!  If you grew up in Georgia, your house would look just like this.  I know it.  Maybe it’s because everything is so clean and organized.  My host mom mopped before 10 am this morning and I felt right at home.

We have been busy trying to communicate.  I managed to tell them that at home in the states I live with you, but oh my gosh!  It was a feat!  We have been laughing a lot.  Miss you.  Love you.

Love,

Al

PS: I put my floss by my bed.