Hello Friends,
Saturday was preparation day. Jill and I packed up most of our belongings, straightened up the apartment, swept and mopped floors, and did laundry. Quinton spent the night in Tirana with Jonida's family and departed Albania at 5:45 a.m. Saturday morning. Hallie had a run-in with the bug Jill and I had but was feeling better by Saturday afternoon. In the evening our family and Helen took short taxi ride to the Perla restaurant -- the restaurant Alfred had previously taken us to during on our first Sunday in Durres. We sat outside by the sea and enjoyed the cooler weather and ocean breeze. After supper we walked back on the beach around 8:00 p.m. Many tourists were strolling along the sand. We stopped by a small carnival ride area and our kids took a turn on the bumper cars. (I dare say if this bumper car establishment was in the USA local officials would have it shut down in 5-minutes. I said more than one prayer that our kids wouldn't get injured. The cars were going pretty fast and seemed to have long lost their "bumper" capabilities. When the vehicles hit each other the sound was more like a clang/thump instead of a ricochet bump. Worse yet, children and parents were scurrying around the course dodging cars. I saw one lad get ran into. Fortunately, our children survived and we proceeded down the beach.) After the bumper cars, Quin was tired and I gave him a piggy-back ride the rest of the way home. The OC students spent the day making preparations for their Monday departure and spending time with their Albanian students.
Helen attended the Durres city church services on Sunday morning with the OC students. Our family rode the bus to Durres around 11:30 and met up Helen around 12:30. The congregation hosted a guest speaker, Mr. Hodge, from Skelmersdale, England. (He had previously done some mission work in Albania.) When he began his lesson he said he didn't figure anyone in the audience new of Skelmersdale. Well, it just so happens that Skelmersdale was one of the 2-week sites during my first overseas mission trip in 1992. I chatted with Mr. Hodge a bit after services. Another guest in Durres was Benjamin Smith. He is the son of former missionaries in Durres. Benjamin married an Albanian and was back in the country visiting family.
Our family and Helen then walked through the streets of Durres toward one of our favorite restaurants, the Piazza. (The OC students were guests of Nick and Daniella for lunch. Nick and Daniella are brother and sister and members of the church in Durres city. They visited us quite frequently in Durres beach.) Even though our order wasn't served just as we had hoped; we still enjoyed our meal at the Piazza. After lunch we walked on the sidewalk by the port to the Blue Star -- Durres' "mall" that houses the Euro Max along with other stores. We let our kids play for over an hour in the children's play area. After the Blue Star we stopped in for a bite of dessert at a bakery on the route to the bus station then headed back to Durres beach.
Sunday evening's church fellowship time began at 6:30. Adriana brought a delicious chocolate/vanilla marble cake. At 7:00 services began. Alfred had songs in both English and Albanian posted on the slides. He presented the lesson on Jesus being our purpose and example for life from Philippians. He even managed to translate the lesson himself -- that is talent!
Around 7:50, during services, I received a call on my cell phone (Alfred arranged for Quinton and me to have cell phones while in Albania). I was expecting to see my friends Myfit and Igli at services but they were not in attendance so I figured the call was from one of them; it was Igli. I popped outside the church building and answered the phone. Igli was calling me from just down the street. He, Myfit, Myfit's brother (Riti), and Myfit's nephew were walking towards me. We chatted and they explained why they couldn't make it at 7:00 to services. Myfit was extremely tired after videoing weddings during the weekend and Igli had to work. They presented me with a Mother Theresa clock for my office (I don't have a clock in my office at OC). After thanking them and saying our goodbyes my friends headed to their home and I returned for the end of worship services.
At the end of the service Alfred displayed some photos he had taken over the past five weeks. The congregation also sang to us "We Love You with the Love of the Lord" in Albanian and English. As you can guess, we didn't leave the building until late as many stayed around to visit and say their goodbyes after services. Around 9:00 p.m. our family headed for a bite to eat at the Besa restaurant.
Sunday night our kids were wired when we finally arrived back at our apartment. Jill and I cleaned bathrooms, packed up a few things, and got our bags ready for our early morning departure. We finally got our kids down around 11:00 and we went to sleep about midnight.
2:00 a.m. is a time when nobody should be waking up for the day -- especially when one goes to sleep at midnight. Alfred called me about 2:35 and we got kids and bags ready to load on our van. Around 2:45 we headed for Mother Theresa International Airport. (The airport is about 40 minutes from Durres to the northwest of Tirana. The final two miles of road leading to the airport reminded me of a two lane county road in Oklahoma. The road finally opens up to the lights and buildings of the airport. The airport terminal itself is a nice new structure with four departure gates.) We waited in our line at the Austrian Airlines desk for about 10 minutes then waited 15 more minutes as the associate checked in our family and our many bags. We then said our goodbyes to Alfred at the security checkpoint. (Alfred had managed an hour of sleep. He was going to teach the children's English class at 10:00 then around noon escort the OC students to the airport for their departure for Rome. Alfred sleeps little and works much. He is a trooper doing great work for the Lord in Albania. He and his family are wonderful!) After going through our passport checks we waited about 30 minutes at our gate before boarding a bus to take us to the airplane.
When we arrived at the Vienna airport our kids had McDonald's on their minds. Jill had previously checked on-line and discovered that the airport did indeed have a McDonald's so our kids were pumped. Not long after finding a spot to wait out our 4.5 hour layover, I noticed a boy and his grandmother looking at me and my OU Sooners t-shirt. I initiated a greeting and soon discovered the lady lives about 3 miles from us in Edmond! Weird! She and some of her family had been visiting in-laws in the Republic of Georgia. They were on their way to Ireland. Anyway, Jill, Hallie, Amelia, and I then left the secure area of the airport and finally found McD's. Even though it was just 7:00 a.m. we were able to order Happy Meals for the kids. I splurged and ordered a cheeseburger too. (Over the course of my 6 trips to Europe I have noticed that the progression back into Americana as I return to the states does not happen all at one time. If we were instantly just dropped back into Edmond from Albania the "re-Americanization" effect would be much more dramatic. Coming back through various airports gradually eases one back into Americana. We ate at Wendy's in Dulles airport in D.C.) Quin didn't make the trip to McD's because he was sleeping Helen's lap in the waiting area.
We passed time during our layover by eating snacks, looking in stores, going to the restroom, and watching people. The most interesting person I saw was the tallest man I have ever laid eyes upon. He couldn't have been many inches short of eight feet. We actually saw him twice. The second time we saw him he had on different clothes. I figured he was putting on a disguise.
The flight from Vienna to Dulles took about nine and a half hours. We flew on a Boeing 777 -- big! Amelia, Hallie, and Jill sat in the three seats in front of me and Helen and Quin sat behind me. I sat next to a father and daughter from Montenegro making their first trip to the states. Our kids traveled very well and enjoyed the in-flight entertainment. I think I saw parts of "The Pursuit of Happiness" four our five times. Helen did a great job with Quin. During the flight we experienced a couple rounds of rough turbulence. The worst was a couple of hours out of D.C. It was the roughest turbulence I have ever experienced. I'm glad the wings of the plane didn't fall off. I'm thankful for good engineers at Boeing.
When we arrived at Dulles we departed the plane directly onto one of the two "Traveling Lounges". These are monstrous people-movers that can be raised and lowered to accommodate various sizes of airplanes. Once off the people movers we waited in line for passport control and then went to pick up our bags. All of our bags arrived except for our neighbor's umbrella stroller. Instead of informing the airline of the lost item we proceeded through customs and on to our gate for our last flight. During our 45-minute wait we managed to eat some Wendy's hamburgers, Auntie Annie's pretzels, and Mexican food. We finished our supper just as we were to board the plane.
I must say, I will never forget the flight from Dulles to OKC. I sat next to a man, Steve, who had been in Washington to, among other things, politically promote the homosexual agenda. He was traveling with Oklahoma's first openly gay state representative from OKC. The Rep. sat in the seat behind us. Steve was quite talkative. I learned a lot about the politics associated with the homosexual agenda. He knew we were polar opposites on the subject when he found out I teach at OC, had been to George W. Bush's inauguration, and had just been on a mission trip to Albania. Most of the flight we discussed other things besides homosexuality and the politics therein. We found common ground talking about Arkansas topics (he was from the Rogers area and his parents owned a Phillips 66 convenience station in the Rogers area), OKC, and travel.
Quin slept for the second half of the flight back to OKC. Quinton met us at the baggage area at Will Rogers Airport. He had spent the night in Houston with David and Jonida and flown up the OKC in the late afternoon. Bill, our driver from Memorial Road, also met us at baggage claim. It took us awhile to get our bags and then I had to file the report about the missing stroller. We finally loaded up the van and got home around 8:45 p.m.
We were greeted at our home by our neighbors Alan and Cheryl and three neighborhood children. Quin was still asleep and Jill and I put him in bed. Our home was very welcoming when we arrived home. Our wonderful friends and neighbors had turned on the A/C, brought in some sweet smelling stuff from Jill's mom (a guy word), and had some groceries and homemade bread waiting for us! Very nice. Helen and Quinton went to bed right away as Jill, myself, and our girls did a little unpacking and watched the 10 o'clock news. It didn't take us long to fall asleep. Too bad Quin woke up around five and rustled Jill and I out of bed. Jill stayed up with Quin and I took his bed for a couple more hours of sleep.
All in all our trip to Albania was quite amazing. As expected, we made many new friends --both Albanian and American. We grew to appreciate the generosity and serving spirit of the Albanian people. We planted and watered God's seed in the hearts of many dear people. Now we'll let God make the seed grow. As is mentioned in Jesus' parable, Lord willing the seed will grow in good soil that produces a bountiful harvest.
Thanks so much for your prayers and support.
Darin
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
August 4
Greetings,
Once again I have been delayed in posting to our blog because of various reasons, my apologies.
Tuesday evening I had a study with Myfit. Igli didn't show up for his lesson so Myfit and I were able to extend our lesson and have a nice discussion. The primary focus of our discussion was the similarities and differences between Islam and Christianity. We talked about how just being a good person is not enough for an individual to be saved. I explained some Biblically based hypothetical situations wherein individuals are or are not saved. Myfit explained to me that he still thinks Islam is the better religion because it is more vast or all encompasing (I wasn't quite sure what he meant by this). I also learned that most of his education in Islam is based on discussions with his friends; he has never read the Koran. I appreciate his sincerity.
Wednesday morning after the devotional our family made our first and only official visit to the beach. (We had heard horror stories about the pollution of the beach and the water so we had previously avoided the sea for the most part. I guess Jill's "germ paranoia" has subsided some because it was her idea to visit the beach. (Earlier in the week Helen and Quinton were on one of their morning walks along the shore and Quinton noticed some individuals purposefully gargeling the sea water! I guess if they didn't die we could at least swim in the Adriatic a little bit.) We visited the beach associated with the Adriatik Hotel. For $5.50 we anchored down our spot on the beach with our Adriatik umbrella, small table, and two lounge chairs. This area was not as crowded as the other beach areas. Jill also wanted to be at the Adriatik because it had a shower area for us to rinse off sand after our time at the beach. As we were just settling in when my beach neighbor overheard our English and asked where we were from. He was from Kosovo originally but now lived in Switerland. He was visiting Albania with his family.
We brought our lunch with us to the beach and ate before venturing into the sea. A cold front had moved in the previous day; thus, the Adriatic was rougher than normal. At times the water is as calm as a small pond; today there were actually waves and some small breakers. This made for some fun as we jumped over waves. The water was pretty cool and the breeze made it downright chilly out in the water. Over the course of the next 2-3 hours we ventured into the water three times to look for sea shells and jump waves. During our respites, some of us caught some sun (Jill got a little too much), played cards, and the kids dug in the sand. We headed back to our apartment around 2:30 to get cleaned up and ready for our afternoon studies.
On Wednesday I met with both Myfit and Igli. I was honored to have them both stay for our 7:00 church service. Alfred taught about the Good Samaritan. Myfit actually made a comment during class. Following the service Myfit, Igli, and I rode in Igli's family's Mercedez to his fathers bar/restaurant. The restaurant occupies all the second floor of a small building about 200 yards from the main highway. I was treated to an orange juice while my friends drank cappuccino. We chatted about sports and life in Albania and the USA. We made plans to meet again tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. to play ping-pong in Durres.
Things don't always go as planned. Jill and I both woke up on Thursday morning with gasto-intestinal unpleasantries. Oh boy! We were down and out most of the day. I was looking forward to the ping-pong outing but had to cancel those plans. Helen and Quinton helped take care of our kids while Jill and I tried to recover. By the time the afternoon rolled around I felt 50% better and went to the church for my evening classes. Myfit and I didn't meet but Alexander and I did at 6:00. Neither Jill nor I had much of an appitite on Thursday. If Jill ate more than 5 bites of food all day I'd be surprised.
On Thursday night Helen, Quinton, and our kids were picked up at 6:00 by Jonida's uncle. He drove them to his home in the town of Kavaja (about 30 minutes drive from Durres). Jill and were supposed to go on this excursion but couldn't because us of our illness. Jonida's aunt and uncle live in Jonida's grandmother's home with her. They were hosting dinner. Jonida and family were also in attendance. When our crew returned home about 10:00 p.m. Jill had already been asleep an hour, but I got the lowdown on the evening's activities. The first thing Hallie and Amelia told me was they they shucked corn. They also informed me about all the fruits and veggies at grandma's house. Helen and Quinton explained that food was not in short supply during supper and their plates were always full as the seconds and thirds kept coming. Albanians are very hospitable! Helen and Quinto spent the night with us as Alfred and Aldi (Alfred's son) stayed in Helen and Quinton's apartment.
By Friday morning Jill and I were feeling much better; maybe not quite 100%, but better. Quinton, Helen, and one of the OCers had lunch at a family's home. Each of the U.S. guests is a teacher for one member of the family. Jill and I had an appitite again and took our family to our favorite restaurant -- the Besa. On Friday afternoon we, along with Helen and Quinton, sported our Memorial Road "1000 in 2007" mission shirts and had photos taken outside the church building. We again had our studies at 5:00 and 6:00. Myfit brought along his flash drive and we plugged it into Alfred's computer to look at some pictures of a wedding celebration Myfit had attended the weekend before. One of the photos showed the groom, bare chested, riding on the shoulders of his new father-in-law. Jill's and my wedding reception must have been pretty boring according to Albanian standards as I kept my clothes on and didn't camel fight other guests on top of my father-in-law's shoulders.
At 7:00 on Friday we all had a final get-together with our students. Helen and Quinton brought drinks and snacks. We had a good turnout. All of Jill's students were present but Alexander was the only one of my students who could attend. Many of the OCer's students were also in attendance. We all enjoyed playing games, eating, visiting, giving gifts, and taking pictures. Many made plans to see one another again sometime during the weekend. Myfit and Igli said they would be at our Sunday evening worship service.
Helen and Quinton again spent the night with us on Friday night as Alfred and his children stayed in H. and Q's apartment. (Adriana had to return to Tirana to check on her mother who was not feeling well.) Hallie woke up on Saturday morning with the bug Jill and I had. By 11:00 a.m. she had vomited three times. She's had quite an adventure over here! (We're still waiting to see if Quin and Amelia get to experience this joy too. If they do I hope they get it over with before our trip back to the states!) Saturday morning I felt well enough to go running again. The beach didn't seem as crowded as normal. Jill and I did some cleaning and packing as we prepare for our departure early, early Monday morning. (We are scheduled to leave our apartment at 2:30 a.m.) Quinton and Alfred met at 7:30 for a coffee.
Quinton is heading to Tirana today at 4:00 p.m. He is being picked up by a driver and then taken to Jonida's family's apartment. He and Jonida's family are scheduled to fly out early Sunday morning. Quinton is going along to help Jonida with the children. (Remember, David had to return to Houston at couple of weeks ago.) The plan is for Quinton to spend Sunday night in Houston and then fly up to OKC on Monday and meet us at the airport when we arrive on Monday evening.
Once again I have been delayed in posting to our blog because of various reasons, my apologies.
Tuesday evening I had a study with Myfit. Igli didn't show up for his lesson so Myfit and I were able to extend our lesson and have a nice discussion. The primary focus of our discussion was the similarities and differences between Islam and Christianity. We talked about how just being a good person is not enough for an individual to be saved. I explained some Biblically based hypothetical situations wherein individuals are or are not saved. Myfit explained to me that he still thinks Islam is the better religion because it is more vast or all encompasing (I wasn't quite sure what he meant by this). I also learned that most of his education in Islam is based on discussions with his friends; he has never read the Koran. I appreciate his sincerity.
Wednesday morning after the devotional our family made our first and only official visit to the beach. (We had heard horror stories about the pollution of the beach and the water so we had previously avoided the sea for the most part. I guess Jill's "germ paranoia" has subsided some because it was her idea to visit the beach. (Earlier in the week Helen and Quinton were on one of their morning walks along the shore and Quinton noticed some individuals purposefully gargeling the sea water! I guess if they didn't die we could at least swim in the Adriatic a little bit.) We visited the beach associated with the Adriatik Hotel. For $5.50 we anchored down our spot on the beach with our Adriatik umbrella, small table, and two lounge chairs. This area was not as crowded as the other beach areas. Jill also wanted to be at the Adriatik because it had a shower area for us to rinse off sand after our time at the beach. As we were just settling in when my beach neighbor overheard our English and asked where we were from. He was from Kosovo originally but now lived in Switerland. He was visiting Albania with his family.
We brought our lunch with us to the beach and ate before venturing into the sea. A cold front had moved in the previous day; thus, the Adriatic was rougher than normal. At times the water is as calm as a small pond; today there were actually waves and some small breakers. This made for some fun as we jumped over waves. The water was pretty cool and the breeze made it downright chilly out in the water. Over the course of the next 2-3 hours we ventured into the water three times to look for sea shells and jump waves. During our respites, some of us caught some sun (Jill got a little too much), played cards, and the kids dug in the sand. We headed back to our apartment around 2:30 to get cleaned up and ready for our afternoon studies.
On Wednesday I met with both Myfit and Igli. I was honored to have them both stay for our 7:00 church service. Alfred taught about the Good Samaritan. Myfit actually made a comment during class. Following the service Myfit, Igli, and I rode in Igli's family's Mercedez to his fathers bar/restaurant. The restaurant occupies all the second floor of a small building about 200 yards from the main highway. I was treated to an orange juice while my friends drank cappuccino. We chatted about sports and life in Albania and the USA. We made plans to meet again tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. to play ping-pong in Durres.
Things don't always go as planned. Jill and I both woke up on Thursday morning with gasto-intestinal unpleasantries. Oh boy! We were down and out most of the day. I was looking forward to the ping-pong outing but had to cancel those plans. Helen and Quinton helped take care of our kids while Jill and I tried to recover. By the time the afternoon rolled around I felt 50% better and went to the church for my evening classes. Myfit and I didn't meet but Alexander and I did at 6:00. Neither Jill nor I had much of an appitite on Thursday. If Jill ate more than 5 bites of food all day I'd be surprised.
On Thursday night Helen, Quinton, and our kids were picked up at 6:00 by Jonida's uncle. He drove them to his home in the town of Kavaja (about 30 minutes drive from Durres). Jill and were supposed to go on this excursion but couldn't because us of our illness. Jonida's aunt and uncle live in Jonida's grandmother's home with her. They were hosting dinner. Jonida and family were also in attendance. When our crew returned home about 10:00 p.m. Jill had already been asleep an hour, but I got the lowdown on the evening's activities. The first thing Hallie and Amelia told me was they they shucked corn. They also informed me about all the fruits and veggies at grandma's house. Helen and Quinton explained that food was not in short supply during supper and their plates were always full as the seconds and thirds kept coming. Albanians are very hospitable! Helen and Quinto spent the night with us as Alfred and Aldi (Alfred's son) stayed in Helen and Quinton's apartment.
By Friday morning Jill and I were feeling much better; maybe not quite 100%, but better. Quinton, Helen, and one of the OCers had lunch at a family's home. Each of the U.S. guests is a teacher for one member of the family. Jill and I had an appitite again and took our family to our favorite restaurant -- the Besa. On Friday afternoon we, along with Helen and Quinton, sported our Memorial Road "1000 in 2007" mission shirts and had photos taken outside the church building. We again had our studies at 5:00 and 6:00. Myfit brought along his flash drive and we plugged it into Alfred's computer to look at some pictures of a wedding celebration Myfit had attended the weekend before. One of the photos showed the groom, bare chested, riding on the shoulders of his new father-in-law. Jill's and my wedding reception must have been pretty boring according to Albanian standards as I kept my clothes on and didn't camel fight other guests on top of my father-in-law's shoulders.
At 7:00 on Friday we all had a final get-together with our students. Helen and Quinton brought drinks and snacks. We had a good turnout. All of Jill's students were present but Alexander was the only one of my students who could attend. Many of the OCer's students were also in attendance. We all enjoyed playing games, eating, visiting, giving gifts, and taking pictures. Many made plans to see one another again sometime during the weekend. Myfit and Igli said they would be at our Sunday evening worship service.
Helen and Quinton again spent the night with us on Friday night as Alfred and his children stayed in H. and Q's apartment. (Adriana had to return to Tirana to check on her mother who was not feeling well.) Hallie woke up on Saturday morning with the bug Jill and I had. By 11:00 a.m. she had vomited three times. She's had quite an adventure over here! (We're still waiting to see if Quin and Amelia get to experience this joy too. If they do I hope they get it over with before our trip back to the states!) Saturday morning I felt well enough to go running again. The beach didn't seem as crowded as normal. Jill and I did some cleaning and packing as we prepare for our departure early, early Monday morning. (We are scheduled to leave our apartment at 2:30 a.m.) Quinton and Alfred met at 7:30 for a coffee.
Quinton is heading to Tirana today at 4:00 p.m. He is being picked up by a driver and then taken to Jonida's family's apartment. He and Jonida's family are scheduled to fly out early Sunday morning. Quinton is going along to help Jonida with the children. (Remember, David had to return to Houston at couple of weeks ago.) The plan is for Quinton to spend Sunday night in Houston and then fly up to OKC on Monday and meet us at the airport when we arrive on Monday evening.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
July 31
Sunday evening Quinton gave the lesson. He spoke on 1 Peter chapter 1. Most of the services are in Albanian with some English translation. Alfred usually asks some other gentlemen to read scripture, help with communion, and lead prayers. (One of these young men is Edwart from Durres. Edwart attends the Sunset Preaching School in Tirana. He is in his early twenties and quite a nice young man. He will be a blessing to the church in Albania.) Toward the end of the service I led two English songs. After services many stayed and visited for quite awhile. It was a good time of fellowship.
Monday was Quin's fourth birthday. We were back on our normal schedule following the VBS week. We met at 9:00 for our meeting and devotional. Around 10:00 Jill and our children arrived at the building. Alfred and Adriana presented Quin with a full-size Coca-Cola red and black soccer ball. Quin loves to play with any type of sports ball. We stayed at the building awhile while most of the OC students and Helen and Quinton began their lessons. For lunch we took one of our new Albanian friends, Paula (age 10), with us to our favorite restaurant, the Besa. We shared two pizzas. (The waiters at this restaurant are amazing. In the evening in particular when the restaurant is busy, these guys run/race walk through the restaurant carrying plates, making change, and placing orders. They are there all day long. Most of them smoke cigarettes when they do get a spare minute. (Smoking is alive and well in Europe.) I guess the exercise they get counteracts the effect of the cigarettes on their lungs. One waiter prides himself on how many cans of pop he can carry at time. I've seen him carry 6-7 cans in tower formation while maintaining a 9-minute mile walking pace. The waiters are very friendly. I think we are their new best friends. I imagine they'll shed a few tears after we leave.)
At 2:00 we had Quin's Diego-themed birthday party at the church building. (We brought over some party supplies from the USA.) Just prior to the party Eldi, Paula's 15 year old brother, and I went to the ice cream shop and grocery store to get a few more goodies for the party. We actually began the party about 2:15 as we waited for Jonida, Heather, Elira, Lori, and Jonida's uncle to arrive from Tirana. (It was very nice to have them attend the party!) We kicked off the party by playing animal charades. Young and old all took a turn pretending to be animals. Quin was an energetic horse. After charades we played "Diego Says". Quin actually was brave enough to sit in the middle of the circle and give instructions to the whole group. After the games we lit birthday cake candles (and a small sparkler that burned Jill's thumb), sang happy birthday, and Quin blew out the candles. The cake was specially ordered from the Pelican pastry shop. Quin chose a race car cake to accompany his Diego party -- oh well, it was yummy. After the cake Quin started opening presents. We had told the Albanian guests not to bring gifts but all of them did. Quin received some nice Albanian souvenirs (flute and hat from Jonida's family), a musical animated car from Edwart, other cars, a package of toy farm animals, a bracelet with "QUIN" letters, a Spider Man towel from Mimi and Papa, a Diego Rescue Pack and watch (from his sisters), and other gifts that I can't recall at this time. He made out alright. After the gift opening Elira did some folk dancing and Mimi and Quin played the flute. Many stayed around for awhile to play UNO and visit. Jonida and her family headed back to Tirana at 6:00 after Elira had a nap.
Myfit couldn't make it to his 5:00 lesson on Monday. Apparently he had quite a weekend. He was involved in some capacity in another wedding. In Albania, weddings are celebrated for an entire week. He had not had much sleep. Lord willing Myfit will be present for his lesson today. Igli and I studied at 6:00. He invited me out for coffee after our lesson. I told him I had to wait around to lock up the building (Alfred and Adriana went back to Tirana via bus at 5:00.) so we made plans for later this week.
This being our last week in Durres, many students and friends are inviting members of our group to their homes. Just today one of our OCers is going to be a guest at one of her student's homes. Friday, Helen, Quinton, and the same OCer are going to a family's home. Thursday evening our family and Helen and Quinton are going to Jonida's Uncle's home for supper. I imagine more such outings will materialize at the week progresses. We have made some special friendships these past four weeks. Lord willing, all of us will make an effort to stay in contact with our new friends over the next year.
We met again this morning for our devotional. During these times we Americans have tried to learn some Albanian songs. Alfred and Adriana have helped us in this endeavor. We have a long way to go; but one or two songs are sinking in. After the devotional Quinton helped one of Helen's students learn to operate her laptop computer. This was the 2nd or 3rd such lesson. At 10:15 I went back to our apartment to check on my family. Jill and the kids thought it would be a good day to do some swimming while we had the chance. So, we applied our sunscreen, put on swimsuits, and walked down to the Adriatik Hotel pool. Quin plays non-stop at the pool. He makes friends very easily with the other children in the kiddie pool. We had a good time and left around 1:30.
At the pool a couple of young girls took quite an interest in our family. The girls are around our girls' ages, maybe a bit older. They live in Tirana and speak a tiny bit of English. The girls were very interested in how Jill and I have two "black" children and one white. There was absolutely no way we could explain the concept of adoption to the girls so we just smiled and shrugged. They were also very intrigued with Amelia's curly hair. One of the girls boinged one of Amelia's curls.
We are scheduled to have our regularly scheduled studies this evening.
Monday was Quin's fourth birthday. We were back on our normal schedule following the VBS week. We met at 9:00 for our meeting and devotional. Around 10:00 Jill and our children arrived at the building. Alfred and Adriana presented Quin with a full-size Coca-Cola red and black soccer ball. Quin loves to play with any type of sports ball. We stayed at the building awhile while most of the OC students and Helen and Quinton began their lessons. For lunch we took one of our new Albanian friends, Paula (age 10), with us to our favorite restaurant, the Besa. We shared two pizzas. (The waiters at this restaurant are amazing. In the evening in particular when the restaurant is busy, these guys run/race walk through the restaurant carrying plates, making change, and placing orders. They are there all day long. Most of them smoke cigarettes when they do get a spare minute. (Smoking is alive and well in Europe.) I guess the exercise they get counteracts the effect of the cigarettes on their lungs. One waiter prides himself on how many cans of pop he can carry at time. I've seen him carry 6-7 cans in tower formation while maintaining a 9-minute mile walking pace. The waiters are very friendly. I think we are their new best friends. I imagine they'll shed a few tears after we leave.)
At 2:00 we had Quin's Diego-themed birthday party at the church building. (We brought over some party supplies from the USA.) Just prior to the party Eldi, Paula's 15 year old brother, and I went to the ice cream shop and grocery store to get a few more goodies for the party. We actually began the party about 2:15 as we waited for Jonida, Heather, Elira, Lori, and Jonida's uncle to arrive from Tirana. (It was very nice to have them attend the party!) We kicked off the party by playing animal charades. Young and old all took a turn pretending to be animals. Quin was an energetic horse. After charades we played "Diego Says". Quin actually was brave enough to sit in the middle of the circle and give instructions to the whole group. After the games we lit birthday cake candles (and a small sparkler that burned Jill's thumb), sang happy birthday, and Quin blew out the candles. The cake was specially ordered from the Pelican pastry shop. Quin chose a race car cake to accompany his Diego party -- oh well, it was yummy. After the cake Quin started opening presents. We had told the Albanian guests not to bring gifts but all of them did. Quin received some nice Albanian souvenirs (flute and hat from Jonida's family), a musical animated car from Edwart, other cars, a package of toy farm animals, a bracelet with "QUIN" letters, a Spider Man towel from Mimi and Papa, a Diego Rescue Pack and watch (from his sisters), and other gifts that I can't recall at this time. He made out alright. After the gift opening Elira did some folk dancing and Mimi and Quin played the flute. Many stayed around for awhile to play UNO and visit. Jonida and her family headed back to Tirana at 6:00 after Elira had a nap.
Myfit couldn't make it to his 5:00 lesson on Monday. Apparently he had quite a weekend. He was involved in some capacity in another wedding. In Albania, weddings are celebrated for an entire week. He had not had much sleep. Lord willing Myfit will be present for his lesson today. Igli and I studied at 6:00. He invited me out for coffee after our lesson. I told him I had to wait around to lock up the building (Alfred and Adriana went back to Tirana via bus at 5:00.) so we made plans for later this week.
This being our last week in Durres, many students and friends are inviting members of our group to their homes. Just today one of our OCers is going to be a guest at one of her student's homes. Friday, Helen, Quinton, and the same OCer are going to a family's home. Thursday evening our family and Helen and Quinton are going to Jonida's Uncle's home for supper. I imagine more such outings will materialize at the week progresses. We have made some special friendships these past four weeks. Lord willing, all of us will make an effort to stay in contact with our new friends over the next year.
We met again this morning for our devotional. During these times we Americans have tried to learn some Albanian songs. Alfred and Adriana have helped us in this endeavor. We have a long way to go; but one or two songs are sinking in. After the devotional Quinton helped one of Helen's students learn to operate her laptop computer. This was the 2nd or 3rd such lesson. At 10:15 I went back to our apartment to check on my family. Jill and the kids thought it would be a good day to do some swimming while we had the chance. So, we applied our sunscreen, put on swimsuits, and walked down to the Adriatik Hotel pool. Quin plays non-stop at the pool. He makes friends very easily with the other children in the kiddie pool. We had a good time and left around 1:30.
At the pool a couple of young girls took quite an interest in our family. The girls are around our girls' ages, maybe a bit older. They live in Tirana and speak a tiny bit of English. The girls were very interested in how Jill and I have two "black" children and one white. There was absolutely no way we could explain the concept of adoption to the girls so we just smiled and shrugged. They were also very intrigued with Amelia's curly hair. One of the girls boinged one of Amelia's curls.
We are scheduled to have our regularly scheduled studies this evening.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
July 29
Hello,
Friday I had a study with Myfit and Jill had her two studies. After the lessons at 7:00 we had our VBS finale. Most the VBS students and eight parents were in attendance. The students sang several good ole VBS songs in Albanian as well as "God is So Good" and "1, 2, 3 Jesus Loves Me" in English. Adriana even managed to get Amelia and Hallie to sing "Jesus Loves the Little Children" in English for the audience. After the songs the students performed their skit. They did a really nice job. After the skit Alfred presented a movie about the life of Jesus. He obtained this DVD about three weeks ago in Tirana. A missions group was driving billboard trucks around Tirana promoting the movie. They showed it in several public showings in the city. Alfred asked one of the team if he could have a copy of the DVD and they happily obliged. The movie was titled something like, "Children and the Life of Jesus". I thought the movie was accurate and effective. The audience seemed to be attentive. The movie was an hour long. We enjoyed cookies and pop after the movie.
Our group met Alfred and our van driver at 8:00 a.m. on Saturday for our final Albanian excursion. We headed south this time down the coast and then inland toward the city of Fier (pronounced "fear"). The road was in good condition for about 25 miles or so and then became quite bumpy. A section of the bumpy road was next to a newly paved highway that is still under construction. We drove for at least 30 minutes on road that would be similar to a badly maintained county road in Oklahoma. Thankfully, no one had any fillings jarred lose. One of the OCers got a little car-sick but managed to not "pitch".
Our first stop was the Pelikan restaurant in Fier (not be be confused with our favorite Durres' ice cream stop, also the Pelikan). Alfred had told us there would be some interesting birds at the restaurant, and there were. Two large pelicans and a peacock strutted around the grounds and kept our children entertained. Pelicans are big birds! Most of us had eggs with cheese, potatoes, and ham. It wasn't exactly IHOP; but it wasn't too bad. After brunch we boarded the van and drove into Fier. We made one quick stop for Alfred to run an errand. He returned with two inflatable balls for Quin.
About four miles outside of Fier is the ancient Roman city of Apollonia. The city dates back to 500 B.C. Apollonia is set on a hill that now houses a restaurant and museum. We paid $5.50 each (adults, kids were free. Albania is a great place for kids because they get lots of freebies) to enter the grounds of the city. The first and most striking structure is a partially reconstructed Roman building with columns (the columns are not original). In front of this building is medium-sized amphitheater that is still well preserved (and currently hosting a modern day concert stage. Maybe The grateful Dead are doing a tour of the Balkans.) The modern stage made an interesting contrast with the ancient ruins. The hillside is covered with several Roman ruins. Most of the ruins are ground level walls of buildings. Apparently there is still a lot to be discovered in Apollonia.
We also ventured out to other hills around Apollonia to get a better view of the landscape. One one of the tallest hills is an abandoned military bunker. The hill contains four bunkers connected by tunnels. Amelia and Hallie went through one of the tunnels with a couple of the OCers. After winding our way back to the restaurant we enjoyed some water and ice cream before getting back on the bus. (We opted out of the Apollonia museum because we were about an hour and a half behind schedule.)
Our next stop was the city of Barat. Barat is about an hours drive from Fier. Most of us took a nap on this part of the journey. Barat is known as the City of Windows. A large part of the city lies in a valley with white walled houses built into or on the side of the two opposing mountain sides -- very pretty. We drove through part of the older portion of town and then made a left turn onto a white cobblestone road. After driving about 200 yards the road became quite steep and narrow. We traveled about 5 mph for a good half to three-fourths of a mile up the mountain to the Castle of Barat at the top. The castle dates back to the middle ages. Albania has several castles; but I imagine the one in Barat is the biggest. It cost $1.00 to enter the castle. The outer wall is still intact with a town inside. Baratians still live inside the castle to this day. Once inside the castle we walked on the cobblestones to a bar/restaurant for a Coke, juice, and water break before meeting up with a man who would take us to the museum. Once our man arrived we walked up narrow and winding road to the museum. The museum is really a small old cathedral inside the castle. The cathedral had been restored in 1791. A Codex (dating from the first millennium) had previously been discovered in the building that is now in the archives in Tirana. During the tour we also viewed religious artwork dating back to the 1400's to 1700's. After the tour we explored the castle. On the castle grounds are other old church buildings, homes, statues, and ruins. At the top of the castle's hill is a walled section with an interesting building. At near ground level there is a rock and grass flat roof of building that is 90% underground. As I neared the building I had to walk down a few rock steps to peak into the opening that was once a doorway. Just a step or two into the building the floor stopped. . Had I walked further I would have fallen some 20-30 feet to the water covered floor. The building was really one big dark and damp room with columns supports the roof in the middle. I heard the sounds of bats or rats coming from the bottom of the room. It was a little creepy! We then walked all around the castle complex and took lots of pictures. A few of us bought some souvenirs at the castle's exit and then we headed for home around 5:30 p.m. (We didn't stop to eat supper in Barat because two of the OCers had a get together at 8:00 in Durres). When we arrived back in Durres our family went to get some pizza and rest from our journey.
On Sunday morning some of our group went to church services in Durres city. Our family stayed in our apartment and rested. Around 11:30 we got out and ended up in Durres city around 1:00. It is Hallie's 8 and a half birthday and she wanted to eat suflace (an Albanian favorite). After our suflace's we walked down to the Blue Star. (The Blue Star is an Albanian type mall that houses Euro Max -- one of the supermarkets in Durres.) The power was out in Durres. I know this because as I walked down the street I heard and saw several generator cranking out electricity. (Most businesses in Albania have to have generators to function because of the frequent power outages.). The Blue Star is a large, 3-story air conditioned building. The building must house several generators because most of the shops still had their lights on. The A/C wasn't working but the building was still cooler than outside. On the second floor we found a children's play area -- a daycare for shoppers. For $2.00 parents can drop off the kids to play and then go shopping. We let our kids play for awhile. Amelia and Hallie were really too old for the play area but they still had fun with Quin. The play area included lots of climbing toys, a small trampoline (that according to Hallie was not very bouncy), swings, small ball pit, and a zip-line. After playtime was over, we went downstairs to the Euro Max and did a little grocery shopping. (Amelia spotted the Fruit Loops immediately. We didn't buy the F.L.'s because they were $5.00 and the box was damaged.)
After we departed the Blue Star we popped in for some dessert, boarded the big orange bus, and headed back to Durres beach. I managed to get Quin down for a nap before worship services this evening. Quinton is delivering the lesson tonight.
As we have travelled around Albania I've noticed many construction sights with stuffed animals or "scare crow" looking figures attached. Alfred has informed us that this practice is related to Albanian superstition. Apparently Albanians are a superstitious people. The animals are in some way supposed to ward off evil. (I don't know if Care Bears are that powerful or not.) Another interesting practice is to put garlic in one's pocket. As I may have mentioned before, one of my student's fathers plays solitaire each morning. If he wins the game then he will have a good day.
From my observations, I have found Albania to be a racially homogeneous country. I have not seen anyone of African descent (other than Quin and Amelia). Furthermore, I have yet to see any Asians, Middle Easterners, or Latinos. Most Albanians have an olive complexion, brown eyes, and dark hair. Rarely do I hear other languages spoken besides Albanian. (Today in the Blue Star Jill and I overhead a couple speaking American English. This is only the third time we've heard others speaking English. We didn't venture to ask them where they were from.) I imagine one reason for this lack of cultural diversity dates back to the years of isolationism.
One last observation, Albanians are very polite on the bus. It is generally accepted that young people will give up their seats to older Albanians. Here's how it works. When an older rider boards the bus he goes and stands by a seat he would like to sit in. The younger occupant then stands and gives the seat to the other rider. This often happens without any verbal exchange. Amelia got a taste of this practice today. When we first got of the bus in Durres city the bus was empty and we sat on a row of seats in the back of the bus. As the seats filled in I stood up while the rest of the family sat. A few stops later and older gentleman with a youngster (probably his grandson) stepped close to Amelia. Amelia didn't readily jump up to give the seat. After he chatted with her in Albanian Jill and I prompted Amelia to give up her seat. She did so without complaint. I wish Americans youth were as respectful of their elders.
Bye,
Darin
Friday I had a study with Myfit and Jill had her two studies. After the lessons at 7:00 we had our VBS finale. Most the VBS students and eight parents were in attendance. The students sang several good ole VBS songs in Albanian as well as "God is So Good" and "1, 2, 3 Jesus Loves Me" in English. Adriana even managed to get Amelia and Hallie to sing "Jesus Loves the Little Children" in English for the audience. After the songs the students performed their skit. They did a really nice job. After the skit Alfred presented a movie about the life of Jesus. He obtained this DVD about three weeks ago in Tirana. A missions group was driving billboard trucks around Tirana promoting the movie. They showed it in several public showings in the city. Alfred asked one of the team if he could have a copy of the DVD and they happily obliged. The movie was titled something like, "Children and the Life of Jesus". I thought the movie was accurate and effective. The audience seemed to be attentive. The movie was an hour long. We enjoyed cookies and pop after the movie.
Our group met Alfred and our van driver at 8:00 a.m. on Saturday for our final Albanian excursion. We headed south this time down the coast and then inland toward the city of Fier (pronounced "fear"). The road was in good condition for about 25 miles or so and then became quite bumpy. A section of the bumpy road was next to a newly paved highway that is still under construction. We drove for at least 30 minutes on road that would be similar to a badly maintained county road in Oklahoma. Thankfully, no one had any fillings jarred lose. One of the OCers got a little car-sick but managed to not "pitch".
Our first stop was the Pelikan restaurant in Fier (not be be confused with our favorite Durres' ice cream stop, also the Pelikan). Alfred had told us there would be some interesting birds at the restaurant, and there were. Two large pelicans and a peacock strutted around the grounds and kept our children entertained. Pelicans are big birds! Most of us had eggs with cheese, potatoes, and ham. It wasn't exactly IHOP; but it wasn't too bad. After brunch we boarded the van and drove into Fier. We made one quick stop for Alfred to run an errand. He returned with two inflatable balls for Quin.
About four miles outside of Fier is the ancient Roman city of Apollonia. The city dates back to 500 B.C. Apollonia is set on a hill that now houses a restaurant and museum. We paid $5.50 each (adults, kids were free. Albania is a great place for kids because they get lots of freebies) to enter the grounds of the city. The first and most striking structure is a partially reconstructed Roman building with columns (the columns are not original). In front of this building is medium-sized amphitheater that is still well preserved (and currently hosting a modern day concert stage. Maybe The grateful Dead are doing a tour of the Balkans.) The modern stage made an interesting contrast with the ancient ruins. The hillside is covered with several Roman ruins. Most of the ruins are ground level walls of buildings. Apparently there is still a lot to be discovered in Apollonia.
We also ventured out to other hills around Apollonia to get a better view of the landscape. One one of the tallest hills is an abandoned military bunker. The hill contains four bunkers connected by tunnels. Amelia and Hallie went through one of the tunnels with a couple of the OCers. After winding our way back to the restaurant we enjoyed some water and ice cream before getting back on the bus. (We opted out of the Apollonia museum because we were about an hour and a half behind schedule.)
Our next stop was the city of Barat. Barat is about an hours drive from Fier. Most of us took a nap on this part of the journey. Barat is known as the City of Windows. A large part of the city lies in a valley with white walled houses built into or on the side of the two opposing mountain sides -- very pretty. We drove through part of the older portion of town and then made a left turn onto a white cobblestone road. After driving about 200 yards the road became quite steep and narrow. We traveled about 5 mph for a good half to three-fourths of a mile up the mountain to the Castle of Barat at the top. The castle dates back to the middle ages. Albania has several castles; but I imagine the one in Barat is the biggest. It cost $1.00 to enter the castle. The outer wall is still intact with a town inside. Baratians still live inside the castle to this day. Once inside the castle we walked on the cobblestones to a bar/restaurant for a Coke, juice, and water break before meeting up with a man who would take us to the museum. Once our man arrived we walked up narrow and winding road to the museum. The museum is really a small old cathedral inside the castle. The cathedral had been restored in 1791. A Codex (dating from the first millennium) had previously been discovered in the building that is now in the archives in Tirana. During the tour we also viewed religious artwork dating back to the 1400's to 1700's. After the tour we explored the castle. On the castle grounds are other old church buildings, homes, statues, and ruins. At the top of the castle's hill is a walled section with an interesting building. At near ground level there is a rock and grass flat roof of building that is 90% underground. As I neared the building I had to walk down a few rock steps to peak into the opening that was once a doorway. Just a step or two into the building the floor stopped. . Had I walked further I would have fallen some 20-30 feet to the water covered floor. The building was really one big dark and damp room with columns supports the roof in the middle. I heard the sounds of bats or rats coming from the bottom of the room. It was a little creepy! We then walked all around the castle complex and took lots of pictures. A few of us bought some souvenirs at the castle's exit and then we headed for home around 5:30 p.m. (We didn't stop to eat supper in Barat because two of the OCers had a get together at 8:00 in Durres). When we arrived back in Durres our family went to get some pizza and rest from our journey.
On Sunday morning some of our group went to church services in Durres city. Our family stayed in our apartment and rested. Around 11:30 we got out and ended up in Durres city around 1:00. It is Hallie's 8 and a half birthday and she wanted to eat suflace (an Albanian favorite). After our suflace's we walked down to the Blue Star. (The Blue Star is an Albanian type mall that houses Euro Max -- one of the supermarkets in Durres.) The power was out in Durres. I know this because as I walked down the street I heard and saw several generator cranking out electricity. (Most businesses in Albania have to have generators to function because of the frequent power outages.). The Blue Star is a large, 3-story air conditioned building. The building must house several generators because most of the shops still had their lights on. The A/C wasn't working but the building was still cooler than outside. On the second floor we found a children's play area -- a daycare for shoppers. For $2.00 parents can drop off the kids to play and then go shopping. We let our kids play for awhile. Amelia and Hallie were really too old for the play area but they still had fun with Quin. The play area included lots of climbing toys, a small trampoline (that according to Hallie was not very bouncy), swings, small ball pit, and a zip-line. After playtime was over, we went downstairs to the Euro Max and did a little grocery shopping. (Amelia spotted the Fruit Loops immediately. We didn't buy the F.L.'s because they were $5.00 and the box was damaged.)
After we departed the Blue Star we popped in for some dessert, boarded the big orange bus, and headed back to Durres beach. I managed to get Quin down for a nap before worship services this evening. Quinton is delivering the lesson tonight.
As we have travelled around Albania I've noticed many construction sights with stuffed animals or "scare crow" looking figures attached. Alfred has informed us that this practice is related to Albanian superstition. Apparently Albanians are a superstitious people. The animals are in some way supposed to ward off evil. (I don't know if Care Bears are that powerful or not.) Another interesting practice is to put garlic in one's pocket. As I may have mentioned before, one of my student's fathers plays solitaire each morning. If he wins the game then he will have a good day.
From my observations, I have found Albania to be a racially homogeneous country. I have not seen anyone of African descent (other than Quin and Amelia). Furthermore, I have yet to see any Asians, Middle Easterners, or Latinos. Most Albanians have an olive complexion, brown eyes, and dark hair. Rarely do I hear other languages spoken besides Albanian. (Today in the Blue Star Jill and I overhead a couple speaking American English. This is only the third time we've heard others speaking English. We didn't venture to ask them where they were from.) I imagine one reason for this lack of cultural diversity dates back to the years of isolationism.
One last observation, Albanians are very polite on the bus. It is generally accepted that young people will give up their seats to older Albanians. Here's how it works. When an older rider boards the bus he goes and stands by a seat he would like to sit in. The younger occupant then stands and gives the seat to the other rider. This often happens without any verbal exchange. Amelia got a taste of this practice today. When we first got of the bus in Durres city the bus was empty and we sat on a row of seats in the back of the bus. As the seats filled in I stood up while the rest of the family sat. A few stops later and older gentleman with a youngster (probably his grandson) stepped close to Amelia. Amelia didn't readily jump up to give the seat. After he chatted with her in Albanian Jill and I prompted Amelia to give up her seat. She did so without complaint. I wish Americans youth were as respectful of their elders.
Bye,
Darin
Friday, July 27, 2007
July 27
Hello Again,
Wow, it has been quite awhile since my last post. Sorry. I have either not been able to get to the internet cafe or on the two occasions I was able to get to the cafe the internet was so painfully slow it would have taken hours to create a post.
On Sunday, July 22, I gave the sermon at our combined English/Albanian worship service. I spoke about how Christians' behavior should be different than the world's. This should be noticeable by both what we do and what we don't do. Noah, Ezra, and Jesus were my examples from the Bible. Alfred translated. We had a large crowd (40+) for the worship service as every chair was occupied.
Vacation Bible School began this week and is concluding today. Each morning anywhere from 15 to 25 children ages 4 to 13 come to the church building from 10:00 to 12:00. Adriana, Alfred's wife, leads the children in prayer, songs, a lesson about Jesus, crafts, and games. We have taught the students the song, "1, 2, 3 Jesus Loves Me". At craft and game time we try to get involved with the children. They are sweet, sweet children who seem to love attention -- or at least tolerate their American visitors. Adriana is doing a good job leading the VBS. Off hours, we have also helped cut, copy and prepare materials. Tonight is the grand finale as parents are invited to an open house at 7:00. The children will sing songs and some of the older students are going to present a play. We are also going to watch a movie about the life of Christ. If we find ourselves in Albania next summer we would like to try to expand the VBS.
Monday the 23rd was our anniversary - 13 blissful years. After my study with Myfit, Igli and Myfit drove Jill and I to Durres city. Igli took us to a nice restaurant, "The Lobster", on the Adriatic coast. He made sure we were seated and the waiters knew that it was our anniversary and that we didn't speak Albanian. Jill and I had a nice, quite meal overlooking the Adriatic. We perspired but enjoyed our time. After supper we strolled down the beach and boardwalk area. Skads of Durresians were present as well. I tell ya, these Albanians are crazy about their evening strolls. We opted for our first taxi ride back to our apartment. We actaully got special access to drive throught the Durres port instead of on the busy street. Our driver was quite jovial and proud of his "secret route" through the port.
Jonida (my sister-in-law), Heather, Elira, and Lori (Jonida's sister) joined us in Durres on Tuesday. Heather attended VBS with our girls. After VBS and a bite to eat, our family, Elira, and Heather went to the Adriatic Hotel pool. The big slide was actually functional this time and the older girls had a lot of fun. Quin and I ventured down the slide a few times together as well. I was informed in German by one of the Adriatic workers that the slide is for guests 15 years and younger. I still managed to be sneaky and take Quin down the slide one more time. Jonida came over to the pool after about an hour. She and Lori were at the building talking/studying with Alfred. We enjoyed some akolori (ice cream) after our swimming. Jill and I had our evening studies and Jonida and crew spent the night in Helen and Quinton's apartment.
While Jonida was here she told us she had recently acquired her girls' extended-stay visa. Albanian law states that visitors staying longer than 30 days (but less than 3 months) are required to get an extension visa at a local police department. Jonida took care of this in Tirana. The process requires 2 notarized copies from our passports and a letter describing why we want to stay longer than 30 days. These items are then taken to an immigration office at the police station. For some reason Jonida was charged almost $40 for each of her girl's extensions. (Previously I had read on the internet that the extension was free and had informed our OC students thus was the case.) On Tuesday night I informed them that we may have to pay a $40 fee. Jonida typed our letters for us on Alfred's laptop and I got them printed at the internet cafe. Quinton and Alfred took the letters, passports, and copies to Durres on Wednesday to get the forms notarized and to find out if we could complete the process at the Durres police department. They found out that yes, we could get our extensions at the Durres office and there would be no fee! Yeah! The only catch was that all the adults had to actually show their faces along with the passports. (We did this on Friday morning in Durres.) So, we're not sure why Jonida had to pay the $40 fee; but, we're glad we didn't have to!
Thursday was birthday day in Durres beach. Helen and I, as most of you know, were both born on July 26. (Helen's mother was too!) After VBS, we ate lunch at our favorite restaurant. The kids had goulash, Helen and Jill had byrek, and I had half chicken with rice. Then at 3:00 we had a birthday party at the building. Before the party, Jill and I went to the Pelican pastry and ice cream shop to get our special order cake. It read, "Darin and Mimi...", then something in Albanian about living another 100 years -- this is a tradition in Albania. We had cake with our family, the OCers, Alfred's family, and a couple other guests. Some of our 5:00 students enjoyed some leftover cake as well. Quin's birthday is Monday - more cake!
Alfred has had a lot of car trouble while we've been here. His 1993(?) model Jeep Cherokee may be near the end of its life. Currently, Alfred and family are busing it because the fuel pump -- or some such item -- is broken. Apparently the broken part is hard to find in Albania, so it may be awhile before they have their vehicle. They spent Wednesday night in Helen and Quinton's apartment and H. and Q. came up to our larger apartment. I think the Zikes are going to spend tonight in Durres as well. Anyone want to ship a car to Albania for the Zikes?
Thankfully some cooler weather moved in yesterday. The previous 4-5 days had been brutal with temps at 100 degrees. Hopefully this cooler weather will stick around for awhile.
I think I've written about the cars and traffic patterns here in Albania. It is quite a site to see and experience. In the cities, the power may be out; thus, the stoplights may not be working. (Then again, a red light is a recommendation, not a commandment.) At these intersections one has to stick out the end of his car to show intent to turn. Cool and courteous Alfred even has to be assertive and aggressive (when his car is functional). There are some interesting cars as well. One such vehicle is the 3-wheeled pick-up truck. The reason we don't see these in America is because they are Chinese. They are just shy of being a full-size pick-up but have one center wheel in the front. Another "pick-up" is just a tad bit larger than a golf cart. The cab holds two people if they don't mind sitting on each other's lap. Also, there must not be any regulation or standard definition of "car". If you can stick a motor on it and get it to move, you're legal. One man that drives up and down our church street has a blue motorcycle type vehicle with a small pick-up back. There is a nice shiny tank on top. He looks kind of cool driving it up and down the street in his shades. I have seen several motorcycle type carts. One such vehicle is usually loaded down with floaties and other beach items for sale. Occasionally I'll see a genuine USA vehicle -- Lincoln Navigator, Dodge Caravan, Cadillac, or Trans Am. I have also seen two smart-cars.
Tomorrow we are supposed to head to Apollonia to see some Roman ruins and then to another city (the name escapes me at the moment). We are heading out at 8:00 a.m.
Sorry for the long delay between posts. Maybe I'll do better.
Hugs,
Darin
Wow, it has been quite awhile since my last post. Sorry. I have either not been able to get to the internet cafe or on the two occasions I was able to get to the cafe the internet was so painfully slow it would have taken hours to create a post.
On Sunday, July 22, I gave the sermon at our combined English/Albanian worship service. I spoke about how Christians' behavior should be different than the world's. This should be noticeable by both what we do and what we don't do. Noah, Ezra, and Jesus were my examples from the Bible. Alfred translated. We had a large crowd (40+) for the worship service as every chair was occupied.
Vacation Bible School began this week and is concluding today. Each morning anywhere from 15 to 25 children ages 4 to 13 come to the church building from 10:00 to 12:00. Adriana, Alfred's wife, leads the children in prayer, songs, a lesson about Jesus, crafts, and games. We have taught the students the song, "1, 2, 3 Jesus Loves Me". At craft and game time we try to get involved with the children. They are sweet, sweet children who seem to love attention -- or at least tolerate their American visitors. Adriana is doing a good job leading the VBS. Off hours, we have also helped cut, copy and prepare materials. Tonight is the grand finale as parents are invited to an open house at 7:00. The children will sing songs and some of the older students are going to present a play. We are also going to watch a movie about the life of Christ. If we find ourselves in Albania next summer we would like to try to expand the VBS.
Monday the 23rd was our anniversary - 13 blissful years. After my study with Myfit, Igli and Myfit drove Jill and I to Durres city. Igli took us to a nice restaurant, "The Lobster", on the Adriatic coast. He made sure we were seated and the waiters knew that it was our anniversary and that we didn't speak Albanian. Jill and I had a nice, quite meal overlooking the Adriatic. We perspired but enjoyed our time. After supper we strolled down the beach and boardwalk area. Skads of Durresians were present as well. I tell ya, these Albanians are crazy about their evening strolls. We opted for our first taxi ride back to our apartment. We actaully got special access to drive throught the Durres port instead of on the busy street. Our driver was quite jovial and proud of his "secret route" through the port.
Jonida (my sister-in-law), Heather, Elira, and Lori (Jonida's sister) joined us in Durres on Tuesday. Heather attended VBS with our girls. After VBS and a bite to eat, our family, Elira, and Heather went to the Adriatic Hotel pool. The big slide was actually functional this time and the older girls had a lot of fun. Quin and I ventured down the slide a few times together as well. I was informed in German by one of the Adriatic workers that the slide is for guests 15 years and younger. I still managed to be sneaky and take Quin down the slide one more time. Jonida came over to the pool after about an hour. She and Lori were at the building talking/studying with Alfred. We enjoyed some akolori (ice cream) after our swimming. Jill and I had our evening studies and Jonida and crew spent the night in Helen and Quinton's apartment.
While Jonida was here she told us she had recently acquired her girls' extended-stay visa. Albanian law states that visitors staying longer than 30 days (but less than 3 months) are required to get an extension visa at a local police department. Jonida took care of this in Tirana. The process requires 2 notarized copies from our passports and a letter describing why we want to stay longer than 30 days. These items are then taken to an immigration office at the police station. For some reason Jonida was charged almost $40 for each of her girl's extensions. (Previously I had read on the internet that the extension was free and had informed our OC students thus was the case.) On Tuesday night I informed them that we may have to pay a $40 fee. Jonida typed our letters for us on Alfred's laptop and I got them printed at the internet cafe. Quinton and Alfred took the letters, passports, and copies to Durres on Wednesday to get the forms notarized and to find out if we could complete the process at the Durres police department. They found out that yes, we could get our extensions at the Durres office and there would be no fee! Yeah! The only catch was that all the adults had to actually show their faces along with the passports. (We did this on Friday morning in Durres.) So, we're not sure why Jonida had to pay the $40 fee; but, we're glad we didn't have to!
Thursday was birthday day in Durres beach. Helen and I, as most of you know, were both born on July 26. (Helen's mother was too!) After VBS, we ate lunch at our favorite restaurant. The kids had goulash, Helen and Jill had byrek, and I had half chicken with rice. Then at 3:00 we had a birthday party at the building. Before the party, Jill and I went to the Pelican pastry and ice cream shop to get our special order cake. It read, "Darin and Mimi...", then something in Albanian about living another 100 years -- this is a tradition in Albania. We had cake with our family, the OCers, Alfred's family, and a couple other guests. Some of our 5:00 students enjoyed some leftover cake as well. Quin's birthday is Monday - more cake!
Alfred has had a lot of car trouble while we've been here. His 1993(?) model Jeep Cherokee may be near the end of its life. Currently, Alfred and family are busing it because the fuel pump -- or some such item -- is broken. Apparently the broken part is hard to find in Albania, so it may be awhile before they have their vehicle. They spent Wednesday night in Helen and Quinton's apartment and H. and Q. came up to our larger apartment. I think the Zikes are going to spend tonight in Durres as well. Anyone want to ship a car to Albania for the Zikes?
Thankfully some cooler weather moved in yesterday. The previous 4-5 days had been brutal with temps at 100 degrees. Hopefully this cooler weather will stick around for awhile.
I think I've written about the cars and traffic patterns here in Albania. It is quite a site to see and experience. In the cities, the power may be out; thus, the stoplights may not be working. (Then again, a red light is a recommendation, not a commandment.) At these intersections one has to stick out the end of his car to show intent to turn. Cool and courteous Alfred even has to be assertive and aggressive (when his car is functional). There are some interesting cars as well. One such vehicle is the 3-wheeled pick-up truck. The reason we don't see these in America is because they are Chinese. They are just shy of being a full-size pick-up but have one center wheel in the front. Another "pick-up" is just a tad bit larger than a golf cart. The cab holds two people if they don't mind sitting on each other's lap. Also, there must not be any regulation or standard definition of "car". If you can stick a motor on it and get it to move, you're legal. One man that drives up and down our church street has a blue motorcycle type vehicle with a small pick-up back. There is a nice shiny tank on top. He looks kind of cool driving it up and down the street in his shades. I have seen several motorcycle type carts. One such vehicle is usually loaded down with floaties and other beach items for sale. Occasionally I'll see a genuine USA vehicle -- Lincoln Navigator, Dodge Caravan, Cadillac, or Trans Am. I have also seen two smart-cars.
Tomorrow we are supposed to head to Apollonia to see some Roman ruins and then to another city (the name escapes me at the moment). We are heading out at 8:00 a.m.
Sorry for the long delay between posts. Maybe I'll do better.
Hugs,
Darin
Sunday, July 22, 2007
July 22
Hello there,
It is Sunday, just after 12:00 noon. Quin and Hallie are taking a nap in the apartment. Thankfully, they are feeling better now. Thanks for your prayers.
This morning I went for my first run in a week. This week I have been getting my exercise by going up and down the stairs in our apartment building. A good many of us have had a touch of "Skenderbea's revenge" and I have not ventured too far from a bathroom during my exercise sessions -- enough said. Jill and Hallie got out this morning for a walk and to do so shopping at a vegetable market. (The produce here is very good.) Quinton, Helen, Amelia, and Quin also ventured out to do some shopping for the potluck dinner tonight after church services. I stayed in and worked on my sermon for tonight.
Yesterday evening Quinton, Helen, and the OC students went to Tirana via bus. The main purpose for this trip was to attend the Tirana church's 15th anniversary celebration. I think this event also served as a building dedication. I have not seen the Tirana church building but I hear that it is quite nice and bright red. The dedication was from 6:00 to 9:00. Jonida's family (mom, sister, and Jonida's kids) also attended. According to Helen and Quinton's report this morning, there were some 100+ people in attendance. Most of the evening was filled with various presenters talking about the church and the new building. The building's two A/C's were doing their best but not cooling too well. Elira, my 2-year old niece, was quite playful and very cute. There was food served after the presentations. The Tirana group arrived back in Durres around 10:15.
Last night Jill and I had our kids' portraits drawn by a sidewalk artist here in Durres beach. (Around 6:00 each night vendors set up their tables all along the sidewalk opposite our apartment building. As the night progresses the crowds get heavier and it is very crowded on the sidewalks.) Well, on more than one occasion we had noticed the work of this one particular artist. A few days ago Jill spoke with him (he is Albanian, lives in Macedonia, and speaks English) about pricing and the procedure for getting a portrait. For 15 Euro ($20.00) he sketched our children in black and white pencil. Actually, he drew Amelia's and Hallie's portraits and took a picture of Quin with his digital camera. He is going to draw Quin's portrait at home. (We didn't think Quin was up to sitting still for 30 minutes considering he had been up since 6:00 a.m. We are such wise parents!) Anyway, Rick, the artist, completed Amelia's and Hallie's portraits to the pleasure of his watchful audience. He really is talented. Apparently he travels to various touristy areas each summer to draw portraits and make extra money. He sets up at 8:00 and shuts down at midnight. Jill asked him what he does during the day. He said, "I swim".
Saturday morning Jill and I took an hour long walk together. We walked on the streets and some on the beach. The people at the beach never cease to amaze me. At 9:00 a.m. it was absolutely packed. We saw all shades of suntans and sunburns and a wide array of swimsuits. Young people kick the soccer ball, bump the volleyball, and even play badminton among the 1000's of other beach goers. Everyone seems to be having a great time at the beach. One older lady knits and sells her creations right on the water's edge. I don't know how many scarves and booties she sells in the 98 degree weather but they sure seem like quality products. Maybe one day I'll by the warmest item she has for sale (perhaps a stocking hat) and then sprint out into the Adriatic and swim like crazy just to prove that knitted items are really appropriate beach wear. Who knows, maybe at the next Olympics we'll see an Albania swimmer in a knitted scarf.
On Friday night following my studies with Myfit and Igli I was treated to another excursion. Taking Alfred with us, the four of us traveled in Igli's car southward, past his father's bar, up paved and unpaved roads to an overlook about 15 minutes drive from the church building. The land belongs to Igli's grandfather and brother. After stopping at a gate at the end of a narrow and dusty road we climbed out of the Mercedez and circumnavigated the gate. We continued to walk along a trail that had a rather steep drop off on the left hand side. After walking about 150 yards we came to a point -- the overlook. I'd say we were some 250 - 300 feet above the boulevard below. From this point I could see all of Durres Bay. There are 100's of new hotels and apartment buildings all along the Adriatic shore. Alfred informed me that all of these structures have been built since communism fell in the early 1990's. Some of the hotels have very nice swimming pools with fountains and slides. The sun was beginning to set in the west just off the tip of the Durres port. It was a fascinating view. We then loaded back into the car. Igli then proceeded to drive in reverse some third to half of a mile or so back down the dirt road. This was the furthest I have ever traveled in reverse. Alfred mentioned he would like to bring our family back up to this spot so they can take in the sights. I hope he does. I showed my video footage of my trip to Jill. She seemed a little hesitant about taking our family up there; but, I know they'd love it.
One of Jill's students has been attending church services for some time now. She has two sweet children ages 15 and 10. She has told Jill that she has been giving some thought to being baptized. Jill and her discussed this during their last study session. Please pray for her. Lord willing, she will give her life to Jesus soon and her children will do so as well in the future.
I have another Albanian observation for you. As I have mentioned before, there is a bakery right across the street from our apartment. We often visit the bakery for loaves of bread, chocolate rolls, and bagel type rolls. At the bakery, it is every man for himself. The concept of standing in line and waiting your turn is not practiced at the bakery. I don't know if this practice goes back to communism times when people had to fight for bread or not; however, old habits die hard. Case in point, today before I walked up to the internet cafe I popped in the bakery to get a roll for Amelia. Two gentlemen were in the process of paying for their bread when I walked in the bakery ahead of another gentleman who had double parked his BMW in the street. I was standing in line behind the two gentlemen when Mr. BMW walked right past me and put his hands on the bread display case. This did not surprise me but was still not appreciated. I guess the worker knew I was in the store before this man and looked at me for my order. I gestured and spoke in English to tell her I wanted one of the round rolls. Mr. BMW asked a question of her and the other worker and they both helped him for a minute before I was given my bread. Next time I may just have to be more assertive like Helen. She went to the bakery on Saturday morning. She was getting chocolate rolls for her grand kids and wasn't going to be denied. She got right in there like any good Albanian would and got the rolls. Go Mimi!
More later,
Darin
It is Sunday, just after 12:00 noon. Quin and Hallie are taking a nap in the apartment. Thankfully, they are feeling better now. Thanks for your prayers.
This morning I went for my first run in a week. This week I have been getting my exercise by going up and down the stairs in our apartment building. A good many of us have had a touch of "Skenderbea's revenge" and I have not ventured too far from a bathroom during my exercise sessions -- enough said. Jill and Hallie got out this morning for a walk and to do so shopping at a vegetable market. (The produce here is very good.) Quinton, Helen, Amelia, and Quin also ventured out to do some shopping for the potluck dinner tonight after church services. I stayed in and worked on my sermon for tonight.
Yesterday evening Quinton, Helen, and the OC students went to Tirana via bus. The main purpose for this trip was to attend the Tirana church's 15th anniversary celebration. I think this event also served as a building dedication. I have not seen the Tirana church building but I hear that it is quite nice and bright red. The dedication was from 6:00 to 9:00. Jonida's family (mom, sister, and Jonida's kids) also attended. According to Helen and Quinton's report this morning, there were some 100+ people in attendance. Most of the evening was filled with various presenters talking about the church and the new building. The building's two A/C's were doing their best but not cooling too well. Elira, my 2-year old niece, was quite playful and very cute. There was food served after the presentations. The Tirana group arrived back in Durres around 10:15.
Last night Jill and I had our kids' portraits drawn by a sidewalk artist here in Durres beach. (Around 6:00 each night vendors set up their tables all along the sidewalk opposite our apartment building. As the night progresses the crowds get heavier and it is very crowded on the sidewalks.) Well, on more than one occasion we had noticed the work of this one particular artist. A few days ago Jill spoke with him (he is Albanian, lives in Macedonia, and speaks English) about pricing and the procedure for getting a portrait. For 15 Euro ($20.00) he sketched our children in black and white pencil. Actually, he drew Amelia's and Hallie's portraits and took a picture of Quin with his digital camera. He is going to draw Quin's portrait at home. (We didn't think Quin was up to sitting still for 30 minutes considering he had been up since 6:00 a.m. We are such wise parents!) Anyway, Rick, the artist, completed Amelia's and Hallie's portraits to the pleasure of his watchful audience. He really is talented. Apparently he travels to various touristy areas each summer to draw portraits and make extra money. He sets up at 8:00 and shuts down at midnight. Jill asked him what he does during the day. He said, "I swim".
Saturday morning Jill and I took an hour long walk together. We walked on the streets and some on the beach. The people at the beach never cease to amaze me. At 9:00 a.m. it was absolutely packed. We saw all shades of suntans and sunburns and a wide array of swimsuits. Young people kick the soccer ball, bump the volleyball, and even play badminton among the 1000's of other beach goers. Everyone seems to be having a great time at the beach. One older lady knits and sells her creations right on the water's edge. I don't know how many scarves and booties she sells in the 98 degree weather but they sure seem like quality products. Maybe one day I'll by the warmest item she has for sale (perhaps a stocking hat) and then sprint out into the Adriatic and swim like crazy just to prove that knitted items are really appropriate beach wear. Who knows, maybe at the next Olympics we'll see an Albania swimmer in a knitted scarf.
On Friday night following my studies with Myfit and Igli I was treated to another excursion. Taking Alfred with us, the four of us traveled in Igli's car southward, past his father's bar, up paved and unpaved roads to an overlook about 15 minutes drive from the church building. The land belongs to Igli's grandfather and brother. After stopping at a gate at the end of a narrow and dusty road we climbed out of the Mercedez and circumnavigated the gate. We continued to walk along a trail that had a rather steep drop off on the left hand side. After walking about 150 yards we came to a point -- the overlook. I'd say we were some 250 - 300 feet above the boulevard below. From this point I could see all of Durres Bay. There are 100's of new hotels and apartment buildings all along the Adriatic shore. Alfred informed me that all of these structures have been built since communism fell in the early 1990's. Some of the hotels have very nice swimming pools with fountains and slides. The sun was beginning to set in the west just off the tip of the Durres port. It was a fascinating view. We then loaded back into the car. Igli then proceeded to drive in reverse some third to half of a mile or so back down the dirt road. This was the furthest I have ever traveled in reverse. Alfred mentioned he would like to bring our family back up to this spot so they can take in the sights. I hope he does. I showed my video footage of my trip to Jill. She seemed a little hesitant about taking our family up there; but, I know they'd love it.
One of Jill's students has been attending church services for some time now. She has two sweet children ages 15 and 10. She has told Jill that she has been giving some thought to being baptized. Jill and her discussed this during their last study session. Please pray for her. Lord willing, she will give her life to Jesus soon and her children will do so as well in the future.
I have another Albanian observation for you. As I have mentioned before, there is a bakery right across the street from our apartment. We often visit the bakery for loaves of bread, chocolate rolls, and bagel type rolls. At the bakery, it is every man for himself. The concept of standing in line and waiting your turn is not practiced at the bakery. I don't know if this practice goes back to communism times when people had to fight for bread or not; however, old habits die hard. Case in point, today before I walked up to the internet cafe I popped in the bakery to get a roll for Amelia. Two gentlemen were in the process of paying for their bread when I walked in the bakery ahead of another gentleman who had double parked his BMW in the street. I was standing in line behind the two gentlemen when Mr. BMW walked right past me and put his hands on the bread display case. This did not surprise me but was still not appreciated. I guess the worker knew I was in the store before this man and looked at me for my order. I gestured and spoke in English to tell her I wanted one of the round rolls. Mr. BMW asked a question of her and the other worker and they both helped him for a minute before I was given my bread. Next time I may just have to be more assertive like Helen. She went to the bakery on Saturday morning. She was getting chocolate rolls for her grand kids and wasn't going to be denied. She got right in there like any good Albanian would and got the rolls. Go Mimi!
More later,
Darin
Friday, July 20, 2007
July 20
Hello,
I purposefully didn't post a blog yesterday because things have been a bit slow. With three kids with fever we've been doing a lot of care giving at the apartment. Amelia seems to be well now but we are still waiting for Hallie and Quin to come around. Helen and Quinton are helpful too.
Wednesday night's Bible study was very nice with the air conditioning. The smaller air conditioner in Alfred's office (in the same building as the church's main meeting room but only accessible through another outside door) has not worked properly until today. Apparently the problem was more electrical than air conditioner related.
The OC students, Helen, Quinton, and Jill had studies on Thursday but my students were absent. Today I'm supposed to study with Myfit and Igli then head out on another excursion. Igli wants to take me south this time to a hill outside of Durres beach that provides a nice view of the sea and city. Apparently this hill is also the site of some newly discovered artifacts or ruins.
We are still getting new students from time to time. We can now schedule lessons any time of day because the air conditioner provides a climate controlled environment. Helen had picked up a new 1:00 student. She is related to Rick, dad's multi-religion student. Rick is actually our best recruiter. He values education and learning English. I think he has brought in 3-4 relatives to be our students.
This afternoon I popped in the church office. Quinton, Alfred, and Diana were talking about Quinton and Helen's Saturday trip to Tirana. (This Saturday we do not have a planned field trip. The OC students, Helen, and Quinton are venturing to Tirana via bus. I'm not sure of all their plans; however, the main event is an anniversary celebration Saturday evening at the Tirana Church of Christ. The group will have to arrange for a private van to bring them back to Durres because the buses from Tirana to Durres stop around 7:00 p.m.) Alfred drew a map for Helen and Quinton showing them the Tirana church's location in relation to the bus station, bus stops, and well-known landmarks. Alfred also broke out an Albania map. Alfred gave Quinton and me an Albanian geography lesson. Albania has about the same land area as Maryland and appears to be 75% mountainous. David, my brother, and his family had traveled to Seranda in southern Albania while he was in the country. David described some of the roads as "treacherous". The road map showed a portion of the road to Seranda as a very squiggly line. I'm glad we're not venturing there this time.
From my short time in Albania I have noticed some interesting male/female differences. All of the restaurant waiters are male. Most of the workers in the grocery stores are female. Bus drivers are male but money collectors on the buses can be male for female. Throughout the day small groups of men crowd around small tables at sidewalk cafes to drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, and visit. Either women don't enjoy this activity or are not given the opportunity for some reason. Both sexes enjoy walking -- one of the favorite past times in Albania.
We have felt very safe during our time in Albania. Igli previously told me that Durres is a very safe city. Alfred has told us to be careful of crowded situations, particularly on the bus. Apparently pick-pockets can be a problem. Jill has walked on the beach by herself (and 10,000 of her closest Albanian beach-goers) two or three times. When we are at our apartment during the day we leave our front door open to help generate a draft. When we are out on the streets we occasionally get a strange look -- not because we are a potential mugging target but because we stand out some way as foreigners. Many times it was because we carried fans to and from the church building. Now that the A/C is working at the church building, we are no longer fan-carriers.
It is always interesting each morning to see if our local butcher has an animal in his green truck. He parks his truck on the back side of the building near the stairs where we exit our apartment. Some days there are two critters -- a sheep and a cow. Most days I don't see any animals either because he hasn't brought any in or he has just caused an animal to meet its maker. I'm really learning a lot about the Albanian butchering business. (Even though I come from Oklahoma and live in a city with stockyards, I haven't hung around too many butcher shops.) As I exit the apartment building I can look in the back door of the butcher shop. This is the part of the shop where all the excitement occurs. Many times there is an animal hanging from hooks prepared to be cut into dinner pieces. I won't go into any more detail about some of the other steps of the butchering process I have witnessed; but, I am learning a lot.
Lord willing I will be bringing the lesson on Sunday. I have invited Igli to services. After our 7:00 p.m. meeting we are going to experience our first Albanian church pot-luck meal. It should be pretty good -- Diana is a great cook! The experience will be even more enjoyable since we have air conditioning and power!
More later,
Darin
I purposefully didn't post a blog yesterday because things have been a bit slow. With three kids with fever we've been doing a lot of care giving at the apartment. Amelia seems to be well now but we are still waiting for Hallie and Quin to come around. Helen and Quinton are helpful too.
Wednesday night's Bible study was very nice with the air conditioning. The smaller air conditioner in Alfred's office (in the same building as the church's main meeting room but only accessible through another outside door) has not worked properly until today. Apparently the problem was more electrical than air conditioner related.
The OC students, Helen, Quinton, and Jill had studies on Thursday but my students were absent. Today I'm supposed to study with Myfit and Igli then head out on another excursion. Igli wants to take me south this time to a hill outside of Durres beach that provides a nice view of the sea and city. Apparently this hill is also the site of some newly discovered artifacts or ruins.
We are still getting new students from time to time. We can now schedule lessons any time of day because the air conditioner provides a climate controlled environment. Helen had picked up a new 1:00 student. She is related to Rick, dad's multi-religion student. Rick is actually our best recruiter. He values education and learning English. I think he has brought in 3-4 relatives to be our students.
This afternoon I popped in the church office. Quinton, Alfred, and Diana were talking about Quinton and Helen's Saturday trip to Tirana. (This Saturday we do not have a planned field trip. The OC students, Helen, and Quinton are venturing to Tirana via bus. I'm not sure of all their plans; however, the main event is an anniversary celebration Saturday evening at the Tirana Church of Christ. The group will have to arrange for a private van to bring them back to Durres because the buses from Tirana to Durres stop around 7:00 p.m.) Alfred drew a map for Helen and Quinton showing them the Tirana church's location in relation to the bus station, bus stops, and well-known landmarks. Alfred also broke out an Albania map. Alfred gave Quinton and me an Albanian geography lesson. Albania has about the same land area as Maryland and appears to be 75% mountainous. David, my brother, and his family had traveled to Seranda in southern Albania while he was in the country. David described some of the roads as "treacherous". The road map showed a portion of the road to Seranda as a very squiggly line. I'm glad we're not venturing there this time.
From my short time in Albania I have noticed some interesting male/female differences. All of the restaurant waiters are male. Most of the workers in the grocery stores are female. Bus drivers are male but money collectors on the buses can be male for female. Throughout the day small groups of men crowd around small tables at sidewalk cafes to drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, and visit. Either women don't enjoy this activity or are not given the opportunity for some reason. Both sexes enjoy walking -- one of the favorite past times in Albania.
We have felt very safe during our time in Albania. Igli previously told me that Durres is a very safe city. Alfred has told us to be careful of crowded situations, particularly on the bus. Apparently pick-pockets can be a problem. Jill has walked on the beach by herself (and 10,000 of her closest Albanian beach-goers) two or three times. When we are at our apartment during the day we leave our front door open to help generate a draft. When we are out on the streets we occasionally get a strange look -- not because we are a potential mugging target but because we stand out some way as foreigners. Many times it was because we carried fans to and from the church building. Now that the A/C is working at the church building, we are no longer fan-carriers.
It is always interesting each morning to see if our local butcher has an animal in his green truck. He parks his truck on the back side of the building near the stairs where we exit our apartment. Some days there are two critters -- a sheep and a cow. Most days I don't see any animals either because he hasn't brought any in or he has just caused an animal to meet its maker. I'm really learning a lot about the Albanian butchering business. (Even though I come from Oklahoma and live in a city with stockyards, I haven't hung around too many butcher shops.) As I exit the apartment building I can look in the back door of the butcher shop. This is the part of the shop where all the excitement occurs. Many times there is an animal hanging from hooks prepared to be cut into dinner pieces. I won't go into any more detail about some of the other steps of the butchering process I have witnessed; but, I am learning a lot.
Lord willing I will be bringing the lesson on Sunday. I have invited Igli to services. After our 7:00 p.m. meeting we are going to experience our first Albanian church pot-luck meal. It should be pretty good -- Diana is a great cook! The experience will be even more enjoyable since we have air conditioning and power!
More later,
Darin
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