Before we leave Berat, I wanted to show you this bizarre photo from the communist era. The youth of Berat wrote their dictator’s name in 80-foot high letters on the side of the mountain with white rocks.
As usual, I was coughing a lot. A kind man from Spain felt pity on me and offered me lemon cough drops. They helped.
Once we arrived, Rob asked if I wanted to walk 25 minutes to the hotel. We often do that to see part of the city, but it isn’t that much fun with luggage in tow.
A taxi cab driver practically jumped into the van.
“Taxi? 500 lek ($6),” he said without even knowing where we were going.
“Yes. Let’s do that. It sounds like a bargain.”
Antonio whisked our luggage into his trunk and off we went. We literally went straight uphill over cobblestone streets. I would never have made it … nor would have any other mere mortal.
Would Hotel Fantasy be a venue for the Bachelor “reality” series?
We didn’t really know what to expect with a name like that.
“I left my hat and collapsible water bottle on the bus.”
“Find a Way or Make One ” is our family motto. We got this.
Antonio had given his card for us to call him when we needed a taxi. We had the receptionist call him. Then she contacted the bus driver, but he was already on his way to Tirana. He would check the bus, and if he found these items he would bring them back the following day, and leave them at the bus station office. Antonio would then bring the hat and water bottle to us at the hotel.
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