A wake like a smile, yes, some boats are like this, sending up a joyous spray of white as they slice through the blue sea. Turned up bow in the front and a happy rooster tail behind — oh what a joy to be on the open sea on a hot afternoon. The sea
Traveling to Albania, I make a stop half way in Metsovo, a small village pressed into the mountain side on the eastern edge of the Pindos Range of Greece. I arrive there red as a strawberry and sweating profusely. My small Suzuki Jeep is a wondrous beast full of low gear power but with no AC she offers no comfort on summer’s hot highways.
The town square in Permet, Albania is lively on a summer’s evening. Kids are whizzing by on bicycles and scooters and little and big girls stroll across the square hand-in-hand. Young mothers are guiding their little ones who are eager to try out new legs with a free sprint around the cascading fountain. Cafes on the square are filled to capacity.