The village look terribly different to the city, but to me both are equally beautiful.
This is the school I went to for 1st grade.
This is my uncles Caucasion Ovcharka.
He's a child-eating, massive dog, and I love him.
This is the local post office.
And this is my grandpa.
Navariya is small enough that everyone knows each other and feels safe.
Everyone has gardens and orchards that bloom in the spring, summer and fall and turn the village into a personal playground.
Yet it's only 10 minutes away from one of the most magical cities in the world.
It's home, and about as sweet as they come.