First time for me for a travel alone; and first time in a place that almost nobody in Italy knows: Georgia, also known as Saqartvelo by georgians. This wonderful country is situated on the East of the Black Sea, under the Russia; it was part of the U.S.S.R. and became independant on 1991.

The beginning of the trip was good: it was the first time alone, but I didn’t lose my way and I left Milano safe, but about one hour late. We arrived in Wien, from Milano, where the second flight was waiting for us: we had to run and we had 5 minutes for passport and baggage checks. Despite this the pilot said we wouldn’t have arrived late in Tbilisi.

On the plane I was sitting near a woman and a girl, when I suddently heard them talking in italian. When I asked them, I discovered one of them was georgian and another one french: pretty strange really, but nice to talk in italian during the flight. I also learned a georgian tongue twister, thanks to a georgian man, which says: kapiki gakapikebula, sakapikeshi chakapikebula; don’t ask me what does it mean.

I arrived in Tbilisi in time, as annunced, but I had a problem: the baggages weren’t put on the second plane. I took an hour to gave to the airport’s staff my georgian phone number and my address, which in fact was Maka’s one because I had no idea were my house was. After this, finally I could go home with Maka and without my baggage: the house was really fantastic, big, clean, nice, perfect and in a very nice zone of Tbilisi, the georgian capital city.

What to say about Georgia? Very cold in winter, but really wonderful. Traffic in the city is something horrible, I’ve never seen something like this where nobody breaks if you are in the middle of the street and all the cars have something broken. The best thing you can find there are the people: famous to be one of the most hospitable country, it didn’t disappoint me.

The city is less cured than italian ones, but it growing up and becoming better day by day; anyway, it is very beautiful, especially at night. I didn’t see places out of the capital because of the ice on the streets, but I saw the biggest church of the country, called Sameba. As wise men say, a picture is worth a thousand words; here then the photos I took during my winter trip: