Midsummer in the Georgian mountains
But these were not the weekend’s greatest gifts. Perhaps, as outsiders, the significance of these traditions was lost on us. We would cherish, instead, the ladies who made us khinkali, Inga’s English, and stargazing with our teenaged dreamer. Beshumi might never rate as a honey-moon destination, but when we finally made it to those Black Sea bars we toasted the days we eavesdropped on an Adjaran summer vacation.
