Where the salty breath of the Black Sea mingles with the crisp air of green mountains, where eucalyptus and alder forests climb into the ridges carved by the Supsa River, Guria comes alive — Georgia’s little pearl. This land has welcomed people since the Lower Palaeolithic Age, and across centuries nature, history, and human hands have woven together a world unlike any other. Guria is the homeland of unapparelled ethnography, bold traditions and quick wit; land of ‘Firali’ rebels and daredevil riders who raced the wind; It is also the cradle of ‘Lelo burti’, the wild ritual ball game that later became the root of Georgian rugby. Within this living culture, in widespread courtyards among evergreen shrubs, proudly stands the Gurian Oda. Perched on wooden stilts, as if tiptoeing to keep watch on the road, the house seems always alert, always alive. Its carved balconies stretch out with long benches, from where the yard unfolds like a stage, shady trees, the tall ‘Nalia’ granary, the modest ‘Fatskha’ shed, the cooking corner where irresistible aromas rise, and of course the buzz, bustle, and laughter. Even the rain cannot dampen the mood. As the stone-trimmed fireplace crackles, warming both house and heart.  Rain or shine, the Gurian Oda throws open its doors. Here a guest can spend the night in timber-scented rooms, in quirky clay Qvevri glamping pods, or in berry-themed eco-cottages. On the farms, visitors taste Guria in its purest form: the tea culture that once grew deep roots in this soil, fresh goat cheese still warm from the churn, or join in baking bread in hot ‘Tone’ ovens, or try hands on ritualic harvestings. And when the table is set, it bursts with colorful ‘Pkhaleuli’, hearty Gurian ‘Kharcho’ and other unforgettable dishes spiced just right. Every gathering is lifted with sparkling Chkhaveri wine and even more sparkling Gurian humor. In a Gurian oda, you don’t just watch life, you step into it. You become part of the living story, with laughter echoing long after you leave.