24 Maj-Shume Lother

I forgot to mention the very important item that we all got our luggage back except for Rachel, whose bags are now waiting for her in Tirana. So Eri has her precious documents, we have our swimsuits, and all is well with the world until the next disaster.

At this point, I was going to talk about swimming, but I pre-autoredacted this enture section, not because of objectionable content but merely because it bored me.

Let this suffice: the water is lovely; all of Albania knows me a bit more intimately on account of an unfortunate swimsuit mishap, and I remain sunburned a vibrant red on my Hope chest.

In fact, I have little to say concerning this whole day. Rachel became sick in the early evening and Eri’s parents took her to a hospital clinic, at which the dotor diagnosed her allergic to the nation at largel Matt, Kari, and I stayed back and helpfully watched Dumb and Dumber from Matt’s iPhone.

At 4a.m., Eri and Rachel came into my room and told me they were leaving for Tirana immediately because they both felt ill. I was already up at this point on account of a vigil I had chosen to keep against a horde of insolent and vindictive mosquitoes. But naught could be done for them or for me until the morning. Until tomorrow, then.