
After a three-day visit from Elder and Sister Collinridge, an Area Psychologist who came to talk to the missionaries about handling the stress of a mission, we took a two and a half day trip to southern Albania to handle the stress of our mission. Lavender wildflowers were carpeting the inland hills and plains, and trees were blossoming throughout the countryside. It was a delightful contrast to the noisy, polluted city and we developed a new appreciation for the beauty of this country.
We spent a night in Gjirokastër, now declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. It has very steep cobblestone hills that we drove up and down, and we toured the large citadel at the top which was used during King Zog's reign and during the Communist era as a prison. We were the only people touring the fortress. Albania could use some tips on attracting tourists. A good start would be modern, comfortable hotels, and potable water. The Relax Hotel in Gjirokastër is not high on my recommendation list. Our room was very small with the tiniest TV I've ever seen. The shower in the bathroom across the hallway had no stall but just drained into the floor. The small towels were obviously line dried (read "very stiff") and the twin beds were--well...we might as well have been sleeping on the floor. At 25 Euros for the night, I think we got taken. Marty reminds me that it did have a balcony. Yes it did, and it overlooked the locale that kept me awake well in to the early morning hours. (A locale is a neighborhood bar/cafe.)
The next day we drove to Sarandë or Saranda, on the Ionian Sea, and spent a night before driving home along the coastal highway. While in Sarandë, we took a side trip to the ancient ruins of the city of Butrint, also a World Heritage Site, very close to the border of Greece. The ruins were fascinating, and we spent a couple of hours there. Again, we were alone except for a small school group which raced through and disappeared well ahead of us. Unfortunately, the nice museum we had paid for with our entrance ticket was closed. When we arrived back at the entrance, the ticket man insisted that the museum was not closed, so maybe the caretaker had taken a smoking break. We're told we missed seeing some nice objects.
At least half of the long distance of the coastal highway was under construction. The road cuts along the side of the mountains that rise out of the Adriatic. At several points the road was only one lane and very dangerous to navigate. Much of it was just dirt and rocks blocked by huge construction equipment, and extremely bumpy. We were grateful to arrive at home safely. I was so happy to be back home sleeping on my own sofa. (Our sofa is the most comfortable place for me to sleep with my painful shoulder--which is very gradually improving.)
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