We arrived in Albania, and it’s been a bit of an emotional period for me. The minivan took us from Ulcinj (Montenegro) to Shkoder (Albania). We walked to the highway to Durres, and eventually got there with two different ‘rides’. I felt more at home than I have ever felt in the past five years. From the skyline with the palace on top of the hills, silhouetted by the setting sun behind it, to the crazy traffic everywhere, to the strange combination of ugly communist buildings and modern highrise; everything was so… familiar.