Running

I've been running in the neighborhood since I came.  Found a strange little park to run in but the paths were primarily rounded cobble stones.  I then tried back streets but they were full of outside cafes and I think I might have been the entertainment.  With a little more exploring I found a major park with running paths.  Running there I joined the ranks of old men and young boys being trained by the old men.  Until one day I heard a whistle and as I came around a corner I was met with a hoard of hugh bodies.  It must have been a rugby team working out!  I just smiled and kept going.

I hadn't realized how unique I must have been until one student came up to me and asked if I ran.  She said she thought she saw me running by the park (out of a city of over 1 million).  Then the next morning some man came up to me and asked if I ran.  Actually he said something in Georgian and made the motion of arms pumping.  I nodded yes and we held a 'conversation' of jestures and incomprehesive words.  I think he was trying to invite me to coffee but I was headed to work.  Then this morning I was greeted again, this time by a little puppy.  I think he wanted to talk also - or maybe just bite my leg.  I was rescued by a little girl (brave girl).

Spent the rest of the day taking pictures around the area.  I must force myself to figure out the uploading process and get some on the net.  The sun is going down and its perfect for a few more I want to take.