The old part of the city

BERAT     I headed to Berat, the only place I knew I wanted to see before coming to Albania.  Unfortunately, the bus left at 6:30 in the morning.  I told Vita, Mrs. Kotoni, that it was too early for breakfast.  Still, she woke me and gave me the thickest, worst coffee I ever had in my life.  Then, she hugged me and waited on the balcony as I walked through town.  I knew she'd still be there as I crossed over the hill in the center of the old town.  She waved.

After Gjirokaster, Berat was a let down.  I decided not to stay there and headed on to Tirana.