Let me preface by confessing my ignorance; I knew very little of the recent history of the Balkans before we left. They didn’t teach us this in school because it was happening while we were in school. I have vague recollections of war-torn Sarajevo on the news but my teenage self had no interest in the news.
Albania is home to some of the friendliest people I’ve ever met. Not the centre of sex trafficking my mother feared. All I encountered was beautiful scenery, interesting locals, cheap beer and memorable pancakes.
They don’t make puddles back home like they do in Tirana (the capital) and watching my good, good friend slip in one and attempt the front crawl was the highlight of the night we got our results (when the highlight should have been passing).