Silent Nights

They build things to last in Georgia; for a group of people that have been around for thousands of years it seems like a smart way to construct buildings.

Right now it's around midnight on Tuesday night and I'm about to go to bed in my cousins' new house, which was constructed with poured concrete walls on the side of a mountain outside of Tbilisi.  The nights are completely silent.  I normally sleep with the sounds of a rattling and wobbly oscillating fan, a softly snoring French Bulldog, and the occasional neighborhood noise from outside my window.  I did not know nights could be this silent.

Nighty Night.