Having left the hotel details up to Glenn, we piled into the car on Friday afternoon and headed south on a “new and improved” Albanian highway. The weekend was a whirlwind but one of the highlights was our hotel (Grand Serai Congress & Spa )complete with a balconied suite, an unlimited supply of hot water with amazing water pressure in the shower, and a buffet filled with baklava and cheeses from all over Europe (no Albanian white cheese for me this weekend!). Christmas decorations and music filled the lobby and helped me get into the holiday spirit.
|Exploring the ruins|
Sunday we meandered our way back towards Tirana taking a slightly different route. The topography of northern Greece is almost identical to that of southern Albania (after all, they do share a border and the actual border had been disputed for years) but it was immediately noticeable when we had left one country and entered into another (and I’m not just talking about having passed through Customs). The roads on the Albanian side of the border were noticeably narrower and littered with trash. Rows of old bunkers lined the hillsides with their observation holes pointed south towards Greece. Policia Rruga (traffic police) were randomly (or so it seemed) pulling cars over and questioning the drivers. Yes, we were definitely back in Albania and on our way home.
|Yielding to the locals|