Goodness, people really lay on the horns here. So loud, even up in the apartment. The drivers are crazy! The streets are narrow, with cars parked on both sides (and sidewalks), so when two vehicles come at each other, they honk and see who will stop first.
Today is a holiday for the staff, the Orthodox church takes Monday off, so most other people do too.

Last night, one of the Albanian girls my age, Rodina, took David and me for a walk down to the Volga, by the sea, the same area we took the kids for the birthday bumper cars; it was a twenty minute walk each way and we went to a crepe shop. Rodina and I got enormous fresh hot chicken crepes with tomato and sour cream and lettuce and all sorts of splendid things, and we split a chocolate crepe for dessert, with banana and cookie crumbs. Delicious!!!! The chicken was 200 lek, $2, and the dessert crepe was 100 lek!

On our way home we passed the ruins of an amphitheater where Paul preached, and where the Romans used to throw Christians to the lions. Can you believe it? There was another spot where Rodina said to us, “there are some antiques over there,” pointing across the street. I thought she meant a shop, but then I saw an area dug below street level, with partially standing Greek/Roman pillars. I'll get pictures of it later, too. Very neat.

We also passed a mosque just as they were calling out for prayers. They sing the call and broadcast it from the top of a minaret, from microphoned megaphones. I’d never heard anything like it before.