One more week until school starts. Trying to make the most of these final days of summer, I've been spending a lot of time outdoors. As part of an initiative with an NGO called Outdoor Albania, a group of friends and I marked several trails around Peshkopi. All of the villages were exceptionally beautiful, and, exemplary of kind Albanian hospitality, at least one family from each village invited us into their home for coffee. As the sun set on our final hike (Grezhdan, Popinare, Herebel), we found a 3-4 day old sheep carcass in a forest and heard the howl of wolves soon after. Spooky. Thankfully, we got back to the car safely, but the experience definitely gave credence to the fear of wolves that I often heard about in Peshkopi.
Today's title comes from a song by Kay Barry that comes to mind as September has arrived and school will begin soon.
Marking a hiking trail near Peshkopi that connects two villages, Bellove and Cerjan
A sign in Dubrovnik, Croatia
Marking a trail that connects three villages: Grezhdan, Popinare, and Herebel.
A farm fence in Popinare village.
Drinking Turkish coffee and raki made from a fruit called thane (see link)
These two men from Popinare made the raki in the picture above.
A village boy from Popinare on a mule.
The Orthodox Church in Herebel. Unfortunately, it was locked.
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