Thursday, August 18, 2016

“A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.” – Tim Cahill

The last day of our travelling came. The last 18 days ran and today looking back we think everything was not so irritating as it seemed to be.

We left home and from the very beginning our trip was a rich bouquet of troubles. P.S. you can look through our blog to remember them.

Today in the morning we were so excited looking forward for going home. We packed our luggage, said goodbye to our hosts and went to the airport with happy smiles of anticipation on our faces. And the mess of our trip returned… As a final strike we mixed the airport terminals and had to run with huge suitcases up and down the building, then to take air train and again to run up and down. 

The culmination began when  we weighed our bags and realized that they were overweight. It was worth to see how we helped each other.

Now sitting in the Munich airport after 7 hours flight and thinking of 14 hours waiting for departure the only thought in my mind is is “we may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.”

Coming back to the words above … all the experience we had, positive or negative would have been insuperable if not so many wonderful, patient, generous and sensitive people from Georgia side by side.

( From Ia and Zura )

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