A Journey Through Time: The Road to Ananuri

As a retired teacher with a penchant for road trips, the allure of the open road has always been irresistible to me. My husband and I have spent countless hours traversing the highways of America in our trusty RV, but this time, we decided to venture further afield. The promise of a day trip to Ananuri, Gudauri, and Kazbegi in Georgia, with its rich history and breathtaking landscapes, was too tempting to resist.

Our journey began at the Avlabari Metro Station, where we were greeted by our guide, Mariami, whose enthusiasm was infectious. As we set off, the familiar hum of the road beneath us brought back memories of past adventures. The landscape unfolded like a storybook, each turn revealing a new chapter of Georgia’s history. The Zhinvali Water Reservoir was our first stop, its emerald waters shimmering under the morning sun, surrounded by lush, forested mountains. It was a scene that could have been plucked straight from a postcard.

Ananuri: A Fortress of Memories

The Ananuri Fortress, with its ancient stone walls and intricate carvings, stood as a testament to Georgia’s storied past. As we wandered through its halls, I couldn’t help but draw parallels to the historic sites I’ve visited across the American Midwest. Each stone seemed to whisper tales of battles fought and lives lived, much like the forts and battlegrounds back home.

Mariami’s knowledge of the fortress’s history was impressive, and her passion for sharing it was evident. She painted vivid pictures of the past, bringing the fortress to life in a way that only a true storyteller could. As we stood atop the fortress, overlooking the serene Jinvali Reservoir, I felt a deep connection to the place, as if I were a part of its history.

The Road Less Traveled: Gudauri and Beyond

Our journey continued to Gudauri, a place known for its alpine beauty and the Russian-Georgian Friendship Monument. Unfortunately, due to road closures, we couldn’t reach the monument or the Gergeti Trinity Church. Yet, the spirit of adventure was undeterred. Mariami’s ability to adapt and keep the group engaged was commendable, reminding me of the many times I’ve had to change plans on the fly during my own travels.

In Gudauri, we were treated to a taste of local culture with a sampling of alpine honey, each variety offering a unique flavor profile that spoke of the diverse flora of the region. It was a sweet reminder of the simple pleasures that make travel so rewarding.

As we made our way back, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the landscape, painting a picture of tranquility that will forever be etched in my memory. This trip, much like the many road trips I’ve taken across America, was a reminder of the beauty that lies in the journey itself, and the stories that unfold along the way. Georgia, with its rich tapestry of history and culture, had captured my heart, much like the open roads of my youth.