The Calling

When the Tsolikouri sings, who listens?

Just back from Georgia.

I was on assignment for Saveur and that’s a yay!

And wouldn't you know? Yeah, that's right. I got sick.

Initially, I thought I was hungover. It was Thursday morning, a few hours before starting my journey home, looking forward to an overnight in Paris. The ‘hangover’ quickly turned into fever and without a doubt, I recognized the icky feeling as that Georgian thing— E. Coli. Every damned time I go to Georgia.

Well, that compromised my short frolic in Paris, didn’t it?

Thanks to drugs from the naturally-minded pharma, I made it to my home bed without incident or accident.

Sorry if this is too scatological for you, but for all fearless travelers as sensitive as my gut it, this is a miracle drug. Yes, a little scary-but when you need it, keep it in mind. It is not available in the USA. You’re welcome.

But I'm not here for your sympathy. I'm here to tell you that I just can't stop thinking about Levan.

Levan on his first night with us, at the Kaia wine bar in Telavi.