New Year’s Day

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New Year’s Eve in Berlin was not as I expected. We stayed home, armed with red wine and crackers, not eager to face the sudden cold that had swept the city in the last few days.

Fireworks have been randomly fired several times a day (yes, day) pretty much since we arrived at the end of November. I guess practice for New Year’s Eve because they didn’t stop! I’m not sure how New Year’s Eve is typically celebrated in Germany but I assume it’s not as much of a priority as Christmas (like in the UK – Christmas is for family, New Year’s for dancing with friends) but correct me if I’m wrong.

In Georgia, the 25th December is business as usual, since Georgia celebrates Christmas on the 7th January. They do like to get together for New Year’s though, which is usually spent with families at a supra until midnight, when the neighbours start visiting other houses to congratulate each other. The supras then continue from morning.

Actually, this time last year, I attended an eight hour long supra in London. It tested my patience, I have to say.

Anyway, my point was there were loads of fireworks on New Year’s Eve and it looked pretty messy the following day.

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Digital Detox in the Village

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As we’re leaving for Germany this week, Shota and I ran off to Kakheti again last weekend to refresh and, of course, visit his sister.

The magical thing about venturing outside of Tbilisi is that you may as well be stepping back in time. Donkeys pull wooden carts loaded with fresh veg, plump pigs wait patiently outside butchers shops and groups of old men play checkers to pass the time.

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