On our way back from Albania we stopped for lunch in Prizeren at Te Syla. They are famous for their cebapa. Cebapa is like a hamburger patty but it has a bunch of spices in it. It’s served with a salad, yogurt and fresh baked bread.

After lunch we took a quick walk to stretch our legs before getting back in the car. There is an ancient water fountain, there is a legend that if you drink from it you will be sure to come back.


Nini plans to return


Ari wanted to come back as well




Here’s some quick photos of Prishtina. Hamburger ABA is an institution here. It’s been open for over 15 years making 1 thing: burgers. The add ons are: a wet feta cheese, mayo, crushed red peppers, tomato, cabbage, onion and ketchup. I love a good place that makes 1 thing and that’s it. You know it’s got to be good. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!


The kids played in front of the NEWBORN Monument for a while. Ari and Nini loved being able to climb inside of the letter ‘O’. It’s a monument that was built in February 17th, 2008 when Kosovo declared their independence from Serbia. Every year on 2/17 it is to be painted with a new design.




Cotton Candy Dude



Marcus has the BEST machiato

One of the main streets in Prishtina is called Bill Kinton Boulevard. After the Kosovo War of 1998-1999, the Albanians in Kosovo wanted to thank U.S. President Bill Clinton for his help in their struggle with the government of the FR Yugoslavia.


10 ft statue of Bill

Villa Germia

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One morning we went to Villa Germia to take photos of the children and let them run around. It’s so nice there- great mountain breeze, strong macchiato’s, and good service. Florent worked there as barback when he was younger.

Vendors work alongside the park selling snacks and miscellaneous toys. One of the vendors overheard me speaking in English. Obviously I struck up a solid conversation with the man.
“Where ru from?”
“Oh America is great you get anything you want there- candy, soda everything!”

He also told me about how he has a family member living in Las Vegas and that his grandfather invented the candy that goes on candy apples. I enjoyed talking with him. He let me take a quick pic of him.


That’s a bubble gun in his hand

When I showed his photo to my family they said they knew him. Apparently everyone knows him and hes pretty friendly. He has been at Villa Germia selling candy since he was 3 years old.

One thing I really adore about this place is that they provide throw blankets. How amazing is that? If you’re feeling chilly or want to enjoy a nice macchiato with a cozy throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders, this is the place to be. Restaurants in America need to pick up on this trend.

The kids pretty much lived off this sour cherry juice while we were in Kosovo. It’s called vishnje. Florent also is a huge fan of it as well.


Vishnje Juice

A brother from another

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While the kids napped I traveled 10km outside Prishtina with Shaban to visit one of his best friends. The car ride to his home I asked a couple of questions to get some history on their friendship. They met doing business together in 2004 after the war. They never knew each other before that. “He is my brother” Shaban says. I learned the word “shok” (friend) quickly during that car ride.


The man, the myth, the legend

Shaban’s friend enjoys being a giver. He gives him chickens, and fresh produce on the regular. They greet each other with a handshake and a kiss on the cheek. He shows me his rabbits, apples, chickens, and “1st class peppers”. We retire to the porch where his daughter in law makes us tea and fresh homemade passionfruit juice. They argue for a few minutes about peppers and how much things cost. The friend insists Shaban take a trunkload of peppers to make fresh ajvar for us to take back to America. Literally, a trunkload…

I’ve never seen a better bromance. He calls him “Shabi” for short. He served us ajvar made from his peppers. It’s the most delicious pepper related thing I’ve ever ate. After tea he hands me a pair of clogs and says ‘lets go’ in his language. We walk to the field to collect peppers. Before we walked to the field he handed me a fresh apple. I ate it quickly.


Picking the peppers

About 10 kilos of peppers later he finally agreed it was enough for me. He wanted to give me more but we had to strong arm him to stop picking. We walked by some chickens he snatched up a rooster and said it was for me. Giving someone your rooster is a huge honor BTW. He also gave me a huge bag of apples, cucumbers, and eggplant.


Tying the legs on my rooster

The ride back to Prishtina makes me wonder:

A. How will I get it all back to America?

B. How generous is this man to give me so much stuff just for visiting his home?

Hospitality is just indescribable in this country.

I bet there isn’t even a word in the dictionary to translate.


Aren’t pepper fields gorgeous?


Apple trees line his front yard 



Attacking the muscles


I’ve been suffering from a muscle pinching my shoulder to the point of it causing migraines over the past 2 days so I decided it was time to find myself a massage therapist. We called a place and they said no appointment necessary just stop by (so unheard of in the US) and at only 30 euros an hour I was game. Not going to lie I was a little worried it could be the ‘other’ type of massage parlor but I figured I would take the chance.

Florent and Altin dropped me off at the place. It was a 3rd floor walk up above the place where we buy our bootlegged cd’s. I was greeted by a tall woman with short hair and really good English skills. I explained my ailment and she was confident we could fix it with the kombination massage. The place inside was well decorated with relaxing music and clean linens. She had a heat lamp attached to the ceiling which was pretty cool, I’ve never seen one of those before!

Fast forward to the massage- I give her an A+. I’ve been getting massages for nearly 15 years so I am confident in the ability to give a grade here. She talked a little bit not too much and was very educational as well as entertaining.

“You must attack the muscles you see!”

“Muscles are like lovers, need to be smooth and not broken and knotted.”

“These pressure points here are for headaches or when you drink too much wine”

“Your shoulders are making less blood travel to your brain. You need 2 more massages with this specific treatment from me.”

“When cold air hits on the muscles it causes this pain in your back.”

After my 1 hour kombination massage with this woman I decided I wanted to bring her back to the US with me. I felt like she could instantly be my dear friend. The type of lady you could easily put down a bottle of wine with and share stories about motherhood, stress and body ailments. Whats not to love, am I right?

*No photos included because no one wants to see that*

I also forgot to mention ten minutes into the treatment she took off her shoes and jumped on the table and massaged me while sitting on my lower butt.

My conclusion is this: Even in potential awkward situations Albanians still know how to have quality conversation and make me feel at home no matter if they are sitting on my back or next to me on a couch.




To Tota

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Every trip we take a day to visit Florent’s grandmother, Tota. She lives in the village of LeBushe with 1 daughter, her 2 sons, their 2 wives and their 10 kids.
We mixed things up this time and took the train 2 hours to Tota’s house with the kids, Florent’s cousin Mira and her son Ylli. Going through all the tunnels and seeing the country from the tracks was a great experience. Ari asked to take the train back home, but instead we rode with Shaban to save on time.


Ari waiting to hop on the train


Glancing out


Ari & Ylli


Nini being Nini


Albanian Mafia shot

Tota and her family live off their land and make all their own everything. They don’t even buy oil to cook with, they make with with milk from a cow! Visiting this place is always exciting and fun for me.

The meal the wives serve is always one of my favorites while here and today they did not disappoint. We feasted on juicy pears, cheese pie, spicy peppers in a warm cheese sauce, non sweet corn bread, olives, yogurt & cheese. All things made from scratch- even the yogurt!

It was a cold and rainy day so I sat for a while by the outdoor fireplace which also doubles as an actual stove that they cook on. I watched a cat sleep by the fireplace and spoke Albanglish with the oldest wife. She told me all the words she knew in English and I told her all the words I knew in Albanian.


Obligatory village snap


Me with the wives


Our meal served on a ‘sofra’


Peppers here are the best in the world!


The stove!


3 of the 10 kids are MIA


Aunt Hedia, Florent, his Dad & Tota

Pazar Day


I’ve been looking forward to this day since our flight touched down in Kosovo. The Pazar is Prishtina’s street market and it’s loaded with tons of good stuff and people. If I lived here, every Tuesday would consist of a walk through The Pazar.


Locals being Awesome (Part Deux)

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Thursday morning it stormed a bit and I got to witness some locals being super awesome!!!

Unexpected weather always shakes stuff up a bit. Thankfully we rented the best hotel room, front and center of The Small Beach so we sat on our terrace and watched people. Some huddled under small coverings, others swam in the water to enjoy the intense rain, and some men even ran back and fourth along the beach for an invigorating exercise.

I sat with my Machiato and took it all in!



Drawing a rectangle around your towel marks your territory

We decided it was time to head back towards Prishtina. We checked out of our hotel and left Ulcinj expecting to be back at the apartment in Shenjin by lunchtime.

The road to the boarder was blocked by a very small 4 car accident at the end of a bridge because of one stubborn old man who refused to move his car to the side and wait for the police to arrive. People tried reasoning with the man asking him to simply document the accident with photos. Some even offered to buy his car off of him just to convince him to move out of the way. NOTHING worked!

2 hours later the police arrived at the scene. So we stood in the road with everyone else and watched these people argue the entire time in the Montenegro mountainside. The kids and I literally watched snails walk along the side of the road for a while out of shear boredom.


The scene of the accident from where our car was stuck

Shaban, Flo & Nini walked to the scene to get an up close glance at the stubborn man and make small talk with new friends. There were probably 200+ cars stopped because of this one man! Nini said “move your car poopy doody”– Thank God no one understood what that means to her!

Flo tells me this type of stuff is normal and happens often. Me being a huge fan of fast results didn’t understand why we couldn’t all join forces, take his keys and move the car for him… put him under citizens arrest or something???

On that note, here’s a photo of a glass of red I enjoyed with Flo on our last night in Montenegro.


Vranac Wine is really nice!