In the house, women cooked khachapuri; the kebab was roasted on the grill. A big and stupid black dog, having liсked anyone and everyone tiredly lied down at the door. The rooster in the yard was a guard of chickens, and under the table, like a transformer booth, rumbling cat sited, shrouded in warmth, peace and love and appeasement scattered in the sunlight. Everyone sat down at a table in the garden. Nukri was in chief, next to his beloved aunt. Toasts were fleeing from the heart, and wine from the horn. And it was good, and it was evening.
The morning began with the Nazuca tortilla. Their recipe is simple: raisins, vanilla, sugar, eggs, cornmeal and stone oven. Their taste is incredible. Then try tzitska wine, which should be drunk from a chinchilla - a jug with a narrow neck - and have a bite of pickled eckala. This day will surprise us with culinary discoveries. In the meantime, let's explore the stalactite cave of Prometheus and the fantastic beauty of the Martvili canyon. Let's first revive the history of the kingdom of Colchis, the tale of the Golden Fleece and the Argonauts. Nukri invited us to his home. Tablecloth set in the garden. The wine was chilled in the well, women were cooking the dough for khachapuri in the kitchen, and wooden chops were crackled on the brazier. It was an incredible adventure!