|Michael at the bar at Xheckos.|
|That's the Adriatic see behind us|
We went out for coffee the first night with one of the factory owners that Michael works with. When he heard we wanted to go to the beach at Durres, he wouldn't hear of us going by bus. He had to take us. And not just any beach. The Durres beach is too crowded, he said, so he took us instead to a private resort beach, along with his two kids and his wife. This beach was spectacular, and we lounged on beach chairs and played in the water from about noon until 7 at night. He and his wife took us to lunch at the beach and got us all kinds of wonderful things.
After our full day at the beach we stopped at an enormous new mall outside of Tirana and had dinner at the food court - we could have been anywhere in the States except for the Albanian Fried Chicken (AFC) and Kolonad, which looked suspiciously like a McDonald's.
|The big pool with the restaurant on the hill in the back|