The frost is on the punkin

This week was our all volunteer safety and security conference, so I've been kickin' it in Tbilisi for a few days. Last night we celebrated Thanksgiving together. The the turkey and cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie was some excellent medicine. We had a reception at the US ambassador's house. His father went to Depauw, so I talked to him about Wabash for a few minutes. Their residence is impressive, of course, but its location is interesting as it overlooks the most famous brothel in Georgia.
I'm sorry I can't write more in these entries but I am the slowest typist you will ever find, and I just don't got the time. But a picture is worth approx. 1,376 words, so here are a few from the past few weeks:

The view from my balcony on a cloudy day with some early October snow in the mountains.

Adjara! Rocks!


Papa Stalin and the Gang in Gori

Um... me at Halloween as a....um... cowgirl...