Five Things that I do in Georgia but not in the United ...

This blog post provides some macro examples of how different my daily life, the simple nuances, is in Georgia…

I have always recommended people to travel. Better yet, I actually think living in a country outside of your own is even a better personal growth experiment. Living outside your own country gives you a sense of another way to live life.

Here are just 5 examples of things that I do in Georgia that I do not do in the United States. These 10 examples provide you with a lens on how my life is truly different than my former life in the United States. Examples are no particular order.

  1.  Making small talk with my neighbors when using the bathroom

    As mentioned in this blog post, my bathroom is actually outside. Would you like to venture a guess? My neighbor’s bathroom is also outside. Like many people, the first thing I do in the morning is walk to use the bathroom. Sometimes, I will see my neighbors doing the same thing early in the morning. Both of us are in pajamas and have messy hair, but we will nod in acknowledgment to each other. Other times, in the middle of the day, my neighbor might stop me for a small chat regarding the bills or the animals in our yard.

    My dad (the real one, not my host dad) loves this fact about my Georgian home. Each time I talk with him on Skype or Facebook Messenger, he asks me about my bathroom. He finds it hilarious that I have a separate key to lock up my bathroom door and another key for the main part of the house.

    Me and my Dad
    I was talking with my dad via Facebook Messanger a few days ago and sure enough, he asked me about the bathroom
  2. Brushing my teeth in the Kitchen

    Given that the bathroom is outside, Justin and I have found that brushing our teeth in the kitchen is much easier. First, there is not a single storage cabinet or a drawer in our bathroom. There is one, very unstable shelf in the bathroom. There is nothing of importance on that shelf. My shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream are located on top of the washing machine in the bathroom. Thus, it would be difficult to store our toothbrush in a clean, stable, and dry place in the bathroom.

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    Brushing my teeth in my kitchen. Don’t worry, my kitchen sink is constantly kept scrubbed and cleaned since both food and toothpaste goes down that sink.

     

    Secondly, winters can be very harsh in Georgia. To avoid going outside completely, brushing our teeth in the kitchen is much easier because it is warmer. Funny enough though, we do not put our toothbrushes in the kitchen. The floor is not straight, either due to improper engineering or the constant termites. Therefore, we put our toothbrushes on a steady dresser in the bedroom. This is all because I like my electric toothbrush standing up. I do not like the bristles of the toothbrush to touch unsanitary surfaces. If I were to put it in the kitchen, the toothbrush would constantly fall over because the floor is not straight.

  3. Paying rent in cash and without a lease

    I have an image that anyone who pays their rent in cash without a lease in the United States is probably up to no good. They may be smugglers, drug dealers, or engaging in other illicit activity. I thank Hollywood for this savory imagery. In Georgia, if you pay your rent in cash, you are ordinary. You are also ordinary if there is no lease.

    When we searched for an apartment nearly two years ago, we agreed with our landlord that we would pay on the first day of each month. I remember asking about some sort of lease and I got a weird glance. We had a Georgian friend of ours help with the intricate translations and she even said it was not necessary.

    When the end of the month rolls by, Justin or I give our landlord, Levani, a call. He will stop by and pick up the cash and then leaves. Sometimes, I will give him the cash at the end of Mass at our local church. Funny enough, most of the times, we do not even pay him on the first. Because we do it in person, sometimes the both of us are not available on the first day of the month. So we might pay a few days late or a few days early. It is a somewhat flexible schedule.

  4. Not showering every day

    This should not be surprising given that showering is an uncomfortable experience in most Georgian homes. The whole process is generally an hour, even though the actual bathing/scrubbing is about 7 minutes (shampooing and shaving legs included). Excluding the summer months, it takes a while to heat the room. It takes a while to figure out the right water temperature. Thirdly, the most time-consuming aspect is mopping and drying the bathroom after the shower.

    If we had reliable water flow and stable temperature, I would be tempted to shower more often. Secondly, if there was an actual shower “room” instead of just a shower head hanging in the middle of the room, then mopping all the walls and floor would not be necessary. The process would be much quicker.

    Do not worry or fret because we still clean ourselves on the non-shower days. Baby wipes are one of the greatest inventions in modern history. We have no babies in our apartment, but there is always a packet of 120 wipes lying around the apartment. Justin and I have been experimenting with different fragrances. At this point, we really detest the regular baby wipe smell. We bought the “blue ocean” recently, which does not smell like the ocean, but it does smell nice.

  5. Reheating Food without a Microwave

    During my time in Georgia, I think I have seen less than a dozen microwaves in over two years. There was not a single microwave in my entire village during PST (to the best of my knowledge). My host family at my site does not have a microwave. My apartment now does not have a microwave.

    Surprisingly, my office at World Vision does have a microwave. Yet, even at work, I reheat any leftovers on the stove. The microwave at work is very weak and lame. It might take 7 minutes to reheat a small plate. It does not heat the food evenly and I have to keep on mixing the food to distribute the heat. I realized that the effort is not worth it because heating the food on the stove is more efficient with time and more effective with heat distribution.

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    My ineffective office microwave. It takes five minutes to microwave anything to get the food to lukewarm temperature.

     

    Ironically, stores at my site will sell microwave popcorn packets. I have tried to find popcorn kernels and they are difficult to find. Yet, microwave popcorn packets are easy and available. I’ve come to realize that people simply rip the packet open and pop the popcorn over the stove.

In conclusion, do not take the simple things in life for granted. Something that you could use every day is simply just not available elsewhere. Stay tuned for part 2..

Expressing Gratitude

I remember as a child whenever I couldn’t get a new toy, I would whine, “I wish I were rich. Then, we could buy it.” My mother and grandmother would look at me and tell me to re-evaluate my definition of being rich. They said that richness can come in many forms. The corniest one of all is, “richness in the heart, where you are full of the love given by family and friends.” Naturally, they received the biggest eye roll a child could give. At the time, they weren’t getting any love with that response.

 

My facial expression as a kid probably looked like this cutie.

 

Now, as an adult, I have to agree with their definition. I’m probably going to impart that same “corny and lame” definition to my future children. I’m assuming, but I think we can all agree that there is truth to their definition. However, how many of us would still chase after the traditional sense of being rich- you know, the one with money? A year into service, I don’t think I will be chasing massive “traditional wealth” any longer. However, I will not deny that I would like to live comfortably. Basically, I want to be able to take modest vacations once a year and live in a small house that I own. In essence, I would like to be solidly middle class.

During service, I have a lot of positives and negatives moments just like any other person. However, in the Peace Corps, the lows tend to go a little deeper than an average person in America. Caveat, pain is all relative. For instance, my Georgian neighbors do not think it is a bad day if their water runs out as well as their electricity, internet, and gas. They just deal with it because that is their daily life. However, in the beginning of my service, that would be a bad day for me. Why? Because I never had to deal with all things going out concurrently in the United States (if I paid my bills that is). My definition of a bad day means so different than a year ago.

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Just last week the electricity went out due to a rain storm. We did not have electricity for hours. Yet, we worked away at the office.

During my Peace Corps mid-service training last month, when I turned on the hot water in the shower at the hotel, it did not work. Instead of fussing with the nozzle or getting irritated, I just took a REALLY cold shower. I got used to things not working that I did not even try to fix it. Low and behold, if I turned the nozzle to the cold end and waited, hot water would have appeared. My mistake. I should have tried to outplay the engineering of the bathroom design. This insignificant experience shows you something though, I no longer get frustrated over the little annoying things in life. I just move on and deal with the “bad.” I only discovered that the water indicators were switched after conversing with my fellow Peace Corps Volunteers who experienced the same thing. I have gotten to the point now that when I do have the perfect shower temperature, I have a great day. Little things like that make me ecstatic.

Therefore, if hot showers make me happy, imagine how grateful I am for having friends and family visit me. As you already know, my great-uncle visited in February and my friend Sarah visited me in April. In July, I had four different people visit me. My friend Nicole, one of my closest friends since I was 14 years old, came for nearly three weeks. My friend Tim, from my study abroad experience in Amsterdam, came from England. Then, my aunt and uncle from my dad’s side came for a weekend at the end of July. Then, my friend Danielle visits me a month later. I don’t know anyone as fortunate to have this many people visit them during their Peace Corps. Thus, I feel rich that I have so many people in my life supporting me in this journey that they are willing enough to take a plane to this part of the world.

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Danielle and I holding the Georgian Flag during her first day visiting me on Shepard’s Day, August 12, 2017.

In terms of the love and support I receive, I am very rich. It does not take much for me to remember this either. Every day, in my town, I see children begging for money. I see old ladies sitting on street corners outstretching their hand for some spare change. There are a lot of street dogs and cats. I do have the hardest time with seeing the children and the dogs.

For children, I cannot imagine growing up and being ignored by everybody or even worse, being treated worse than an animal. The street children are shoved and kicked out of restaurants. The children do harass the customers. Sometimes, the children even wrap their bodies around unwilling customers’ legs. I just cannot even imagine the psychological damage, the abuse, and the neglect they grow up with. The silver lining is that I’ve traveled to countries were situations for street children is much worse. There are organizations, including mine, that works to help alleviate child poverty and advocate for children’s rights.

I cannot say so much for the cats and dogs. One day, as I was walking home from work, I heard the loudest cries I’ve ever heard around the corner from my house. I turned to see where the noise is coming from and I saw a dog limping and yelling. One of its hind legs was nearly severed. The dog was limping and one of its legs was hanging on by a thread. A pool of blood was underneath where it was standing. I assumed that the dog was run-over by a car. In those few minutes, I have no idea if anyone helped the dog. I’m not perfect either, I was so horrified that I walked away crying. I was not able to stomach the sight. For the next 30 minutes, I heard the dog yell in pain and I simply prayed.

In America, I would have gone to the dog and called someone. I had no idea what to do in Georgia, so I simply prayed and hoped it wouldn’t suffer for too much longer. On a positive note, Georgia is trying to take care of its stray dogs as much as they can. Nearly all of the stray dogs have received rabies shots and it is indicated by a tag on their ear. Also, many people feed these dogs with bread or scraps of food. There is still hope in this world.

Mini Reverse Culture Shock in England

We wanted to ring in 2017 in England with our friends and then head out for an epic adventure in Morocco. As mentioned in the About Us page, Justin and I studied abroad in Amsterdam together in 2009. We became very close to a couple of cool dudes from England. We haven’t seen either of them in a few years and New Years was the perfect way to remedy that. An unintended perk of going to England is experiencing the developed world for 3 days.
When Chris picked us up from Stansted Airport at 1:00 a.m., Justin told him, “I have a feeling you will hear a lot about Georgia the next 3 days.” Georgia was the immediate topic of conversation the second we got in the car. Until that moment, the only time I would speak English to a native speaker in person was another PCV. So some of the conversations with had with Chris just seemed so surreal. To paraphrase some of our conversations:
Conversation 1 [driving home from the airport]
Chris: So sorry for the driving, I can’t really see from the fog [Chris was driving perfectly despite not seeing more than 5 feet ahead]
Me: This is the first time I’m in a car and I’m not scared for my life in 9 months
Chris: …okay…
Justin: Marshutka drivers in Georgia speed like crazy and they like to pass other drivers even on a curvy road on a cliff
Me: Yeah, this is really relaxing
Meanwhile, Chris not happy about driving in the fog
Conversation 2 [first thing in the morning the next day]
Chris and Victoria: What would you guys like to do while you are here? Any activities you want to do in England?
Me: Shower
Chris and Victoria: haha, but seriously
Me: Very serious. I’ve been looking forward to showering the most. Everything else comes second.
Chris and Victoria: (Realizing I’m not joking) Anything else?
Justin: I need to fix my iPhone. Can we go to the Apple Store?
Chris and Victoria realized we may be the easiest people to please
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We walked around the pier in Brighton before heading to the Apple store to fix Justin’s phone
 
Conversation 3 [15 minutes later]
Me: Anything I need to be aware of for the shower? Is there anything I need to plug in for the water to run?
Chris and Victoria [confused]
Me: Oops! I forgot water runs all the time! In Georgia, I got to plug-in something for the pump to work…(I proceed to explain our complicated water system)
Chris and Victoria: That sounds complicated
Me: Yeah, That’s why daily showers isn’t a thing. I swear, you really don’t smell though.
Conversation 4 (at small, local grocery store)
Rawan: OMFG! THEY HAVE AVOCADOS?! WHO ELSE WANTS AVOCADOS? [I’m touching avocados for the first time in 9 months in a debatably abnormal way]
Everybody: I’m okay, thanks.
Rawan: No, seriously. My life is complete.
Everybody: How are you going to eat them?
Me: I don’t care, I’ll even eat it on plain toast.
I eat it on plain toast later and I realized I put avocados on a pedestal. I repeat, do not eat it plain on toast. 
Avocados Galore!
I bought two avocados. I ate the first one as toast and the second one I lugged around with me to Morocco. Ended up eating it at the Sahara Dessert.
 
Conversation 5
Tim: So I calculated what 15 pounds are in Georgian Lari.
Me: Yeah, what is it?
Tim: It is nearly 50 Lari
Me: FIFTY LARI! That is how much I spend on food for two weeks at the bazaar!
Tim: Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered for the casino tickets [casino tickets were 15 pounds per person]
Me: That is so generous of you. Are you sure?
Tim: You got no money
Me: [attempting to whip back a come-back with no avail]

After dozens of conversations that sounded like this, our friends weren’t entirely convinced of the wonderful lives we were leading. But Justin and I joked that despite the lack of life conveniences’, we still love our lives in the Peace Corps.  I told them that the best part is the relationships I’ve developed in the community. Talking about my Georgian friends, I couldn’t help but feel proud on how much I’ve integrated into the community.
 
Conversation 6
Me: Georgians are one of the nicest people and they seriously watch out for us
Everybody nods
Me: For example, two days ago, I got my haircut. I was so nervous getting it done because I can’t explain in Georgian very well. So my Georgian tutor spent the whole day finding me an appointment. Then, she came with me to the appointment and had her husband drop us off. She stayed with me the entire time even though she wasn’t getting anything done. I mean, seriously, who else would do that? No one in America would hand-hold me like that.
Victoria: That’s true. I can’t imagine any of my coworkers doing anything like that.
Georgians can be so generous with time and simple gifts. Then I’m pretty sure Justin told them about each time he rides the Marshutka with someone he knows, he fare is paid for.  I also told them that my boss has helped me out more times that I can count. When I had trouble with my water at my apartment, my boss was the one who translated and mediated the issue with my landlord. I mean, I wouldn’t dream of dragging my American boss into my personal mess back home.
So when you hear that quote, that “money can’t buy happiness,” whoever said that is 100% correct. However, conveniences can help elevate that happiness when you are stressed. I’m not doubting that part. Basically, I get super elated when I take a hot shower. I get ecstatic when I see clean carpeted floors at a hotel. Hearing English on TV are angels singing through the clouds. But it is important to note, I’m not depressed when I don’t have those things. Because what fuels my happiness (and mental stability) are different things. It makes my day when my counterparts laugh with me as I attempt to speak their language. It makes feel honored when the kids at the daycare center I help out at run up to me when they see me. In life, it is really the little things that count. It is truly the people that matter the most.
As we were ending our vacation in Morocco, Justin and I noticed that were homesick. And I mean homesick for Georgia. I feel like we have built a life in Georgia and it started feeling like home. It doesn’t hurt that when we landed back in Georgia someone recognized me. As we were paying for our bus tickets from the airport to the city center, the cashier said, “I remember you. We had a training together.” She said it with such confidence that I totally believed her. Now, what training is she talking about? I have no clue. Do I even remember this woman? No, but maybe she does look familiar? Either way, it is a good sign of community integration.
Home Sweet Home
The small wine bottle we got for free upon entering Georgia at the airport 🙂

Showering: an Stressful and an unpleasant Experience

Peace Corps experiences are filled with many extremes. There are so many moments where you just know you are making a positive difference. Then, there are moments where you just want to teleport back to America. Quite frankly, the happy moments are the ones that fuel many of us to keep going. We need to remember those high moments, because there are hardships coming right around the corner. Peace Corps is such a roller coaster ride with so many ups and downs. And they aren’t the Disneyland roller coasters where the stratification is not so extreme between the high and lows. I’m talking about Six Flags roller coasters here, baby.

Low moments of hardships come in all shapes and sizes. One stressor for many Peace Corps Volunteers in Georgia are showers. You read that correctly, showering/bathing can be​ an actual hardship. Long gone are the days where you can say, “I’ll be ready in 10 minutes, I’m just going to hop in the shower.” There is no such thing as “hopping” in the shower. For one, there is probably no shower place to hop to. Second, it is not a quick process in which the word “hopping” implies. This is one of the many reasons why we shower once, twice, or three times a week.

In my first few days at my apartment, I was looking forward to showering. ​I went to the gym for the first time in 8 months, so my hair was greasy and I was in the mood to feel nice and clean. But God had a different plan in mind. Scratch that, the universe, fate, the stars, and God himself all colluded together to make my cleanliness nearly impossible.

That’s right….we sometimes go a week without showering. Welcome to our new normal.

My bathroom is outside as I mentioned in my earlier post. One of the walls are shared with the house, but you still must step outside to enter the bathroom. There is a toilet, a 30-year-old washing machine, a sink, and a shower head. In Georgia, having a shower head without ​shower curtains is very typical. Consequently, everything can ​get wet.

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The bathroom in our current apartment

 

Our Shower Head
Our Shower Head

​Since winters are harsh in Georgia, my landlord gave us a tiny electric heater for the bathroom. Justin and I skillfully hold the shower hose and make sure it does not spray the electric heater. This new skill is non-negotiable; otherwise, we can electrocute ourselves and die. Also, getting dressed in the bathroom after the shower is also difficult. To avoid getting all my dry clothes wet while getting dressed, I’ve decided to buy a robe. I’ll go into the bathroom wearing only my bathrobe and carrying my towel. It much easier only hanging one item of clothing on the rack. It is also much easier to put on a robe than a pair of pants.

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The small electric heater that we use in the bathroom

Furthermore, there are so many knobs and pipes to even get the thing going. I’ve yet to master all the knobs and pipes for the apartment. Since it was one of my first showers in the apartment, I asked Justin to get the water running. So, I’m standing there wearing only a bathrobe and I’m cold. We turn on the shower and the water is ice-cold. The ice-cold water is splashing everywhere. The water heater is not turning on (pictured below). Eventually the hot water starts to work, but the water heater is bipolar. It goes to practically boiling in a matter of seconds. There is literally no middle ground with this thing. If I turn the cold-water knob ever so slightly, the heater turns off.

Our water heater, place in the kitchen (pictured when turned on)

​So, for the next forty minutes, Justin and I are trying to maneuver the water to a normal warm temperature with no luck. Either the water heater is boiling the water or just not working. Since we kept the water running during our experimentation, we both started to get concerned if we are going to run out of water. Like most city dwellers, we get our water from a tank. The city water does not run 24 hours a day like it does in mainland America.

So, Justin’s aerobic workout included running to the water heater in the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the “basement” to check the water tank. My challenge was keep my feet from getting frostbite (I’m over exaggerating here) as the ice-cold water is splashing on my bare feet. After 40 minutes of trying to get the shower to work, I gave up. We discovered that bathroom sink had the capability to have lukewarm water. I stripped my bathrobe and started washing myself with the sink water. I took my washcloth and splashed my body little by little. Mind you, I was shivering at this point. I didn’t care water was getting everywhere, that would have happened regardless. I washed everything but my face and hair by splashing that sink water.

Justin, however, was determined he can fix this. He has more patience than I do or because he wanted to shower more than I did. He finally got the water to be lukewarm from the shower head. I jumped at the opportunity and shampooed my hair quickly. Conditioner was not happening; I couldn’t risk the water to have a tantrum again. As I was doing that, Justin started getting ready for his shower. Instead of turning off the shower water, I left the hose in the sink. Neither of us wanted to re-experience getting it to the right temperature again. I put on my robe and handed him the shower hose for his turn.

Luckily, the shower water stayed in a good mood. Thankfully, it did not change its mind on Justin. Once we were done with showering, I ate some Nutella with bananas and all was right with the world again.

And since then, our luck has been good. This could be due to the fact we officially understand our water system. In essence, once we arrived at the perfect water temperature, we have not changed the temperature knobs. We are lucky that turning off and turning on the water is its own knob. Also, showering when the city water is running is so much better than the tank water. The water pressure is much stronger when the city water runs in the morning. So our shower schedule is highly dependent when the water is running from the city. If this sounds at all complicated, don’t worry…it is. If this sounds like something you don’t want to deal with, then consider yourself privileged.