It was a morning after.
It was a morning after a long day and night, but the morale stayed as energetic as it’d been all week. No medals and we were moving slowly, but surely, and laughing a lot. The sun was shining again. Even with my sunglasses, the first hit was like an espresso and my whole head had to adjust to the pick me up. At first what I saw confused me. How did that wall get painted?
It’s been a trip full of uncomplicated mystery and smiles that seem to have some staying power. By the time we left Tirana both everything and nothing had changed. The Eagle was still the Eagle, Morcky and Peter were TV stars and most of us were looking forward to being home where we might long for some happy Albanian Days.
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