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Goodbye December, welcome in 2026

December ends on a sweet note with the holiday season...

For me, it marks the end of my second month of volunteering at ISCRustavi in Georgia. It has been a very busy month: lots of discoveries, encounters, learning, but also some more complicated moments.

All in all, it has been anything but a restful month!

First of all, I am very happy that this month was filled with summer camps and children's laughter.

Children's camps are clearly one of the main reasons why I chose this volunteer program: when I was a child, I loved going to summer camp. I saw it as a kind of magic: in one week, I felt like I had lived a whole year! And in just a few hours, complete strangers became lifelong friends, like members of my family, friends for life, but only for a week. This is one of the reasons why I trained for childcare in France and decided to run summer camps myself.

In December, we finally started planning, organizing, and running camps with the association. It was the first time I had been so involved in the organizational side of things: planning, preparation, logistics, and all the technical aspects that I had never really done before. I learned a lot, even if it wasn't always easy.

We organized a one-day camp for children aged 8 to 12, and a three-day camp in Manglisi for teenagers. It was also the first time I had participated in a camp exclusively for teenagers. It was a very enriching experience, both because it was a different audience and because these young people have a different culture from mine.

It allowed me to really interact with young adults from the region, to better understand their concerns, their school system, their ideas, and their history. I think I was lacking this (lively) perspective of children/young adults in my attempt to understand this new country, which I had only encountered through the boring lines of Wikipedia pages and press articles.

Speaking of boredom (a real problem for me): office work

Alongside these very positive experiences, the periods of office work were a little complicated for me, who—let's be honest—tried to escape the classrooms by taking refuge in the Caucasus. It's true that this is a job I would like to be better at, but I don't enjoy doing it and I think I'm very bad at it... I found that this month there were a lot of demands, a lot of responsibilities, things to manage, tight deadlines, and pressure that I sometimes found difficult to cope with.

Teamwork wasn't always easy either. Not all decisions made sense to me so I got a bit confused.

The gray weather, the cold winter, and the move from the office to two houses away (no more walks in the morning): all of this combined also affected my moral. Traveling and going out were a great help!

Discovering my host country

December was also a month of travel. After going to Armenia the previous month, I had the opportunity to discover more of Georgia, hitchhiking with two other volunteers.

Borjomi, Akhaltsikhe, Bakuriani, the Kutaisi region, and Adjara. Even though the ski season hadn't started yet, the trip was well worth it.

My favorite place in Georgia so far: a sulfur spring nestled in a valley in Nokalakevi! A wonderful setting, a hot waterfall flowing into the icy river water, and a chance to meet some great people!

Hitchhiking allowed us to meet many Georgian people, who told us about their country, its history, current events, religion, music, culture, and food. From Borjomi to Batumi (a brightly lit, almost surreal city that gave me the impression of discovering a totally different world), lots of different people satisfied my curiosity about this country.

Along the way, we spent nights in tents in the cold, stayed in luxurious hotels in Batumi, guesthouses, and with local residents. My best evening so far was at a guesthouse in a small village near Vardzia. The owner served us the best meal of my trip: a real homemade feast with delicious farm products!

 

Let’s go back to Rustavi: another new experience

I also gave my very first Spanish class to absolute beginner children. It was a real challenge for me, and I wasn't sure I could do it. But I'm happy to be back after the holidays because I really wanted to teach Spanish, as it's a language that fascinates me and that I love very much.

 

End-of-year celebrations

As the end-of-year celebrations approached, I had the opportunity to return to Armenia. I spent Christmas there with other volunteers on December 24/25 (according to European traditions).

I met many people, including Armenian volunteers, who told me about their traditions, their culture, and their country. I found these conversations very interesting: Armenia strikes me as a country that is very attached to traditions, where young people—and especially young women—have a lot of responsibilities.

I also had the chance to speak my language with the other French-speaking volunteers present and to discuss shared interests such as languages, photography, animals, and birds.

After Christmas, I also took the time to travel alone, hitchhiking alone for the first time. I saw snow, visited Yerevan, and took some time for myself so I could return to Rustavi feeling calmer and more peaceful.

I ended the month by spending all my savings on a skiing trip, which was the perfect start to 2026!

 

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