Some Moments From the Homestead
Wintertime laundry.
Baby chickees, and an old pair of shoes.
The manhole located in the center of my host family's courtyard.
Papa chicken hanging out with his (probably) babies in the creepy first floor room that was never used for anything.
A bookshelf in my family's "summer house" (little two room house located directly behind the main house), including massive drinking horns, sippy cup with strap for the busy, executive infant on the go, picture of Jesus, and an iron.
Uncle Joe painting on wood, on the mantle, as you do.
My host family's summer kitchen.
Rose petals from the numerous rose plants, gathered and left to ferment in sugar water. Called "vardispheri sasmeli", or pink drink. This was from the first few days, when it was still pretty, before it turned into a viscous black sludge.
Spring time grape vines.
Gela putting on his shoe.
The gate across the road from our front door, and the mountains in the distance.
Nino, cooking.
Kristina, climbing.
Gardens, blooming.
The strange out shed where Gela snuck off to get drunk. Probably where the wine is made, really.
The irrigation system.
Arabi, the horse that sometimes lived in our front yard.
Simba, my one-time enemy but eventual friend after I snuck him many, many unwanted bulki (sweetbread Dariko used to buy for breakfast).
