Berat, Albania… History and Food…Part 2 of 3

We headed south, a couple hour’s drive, for our day trip from Tirana to Berat, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, known for its Ottoman-style homes. Notice the many windows on the second floor of the home. The first floor is made of stone and the second floor is a white-washed exterior with a ceramic-tiled roof. The second floor is one large room. These homes are on both hillsides of the Osum River.

Berat’s Ottoman-style homes

After walking a loop from one bridge to another, we drove up to Berat Castle. This is a 2500 year old fortress, considered a “living castle“ as 700 people live here. Residents have permits to drive within; everyone else walks in on the cobblestone paths.

Walkway at Berat Castle

We stopped at the Onufri Museum in Castle’s Cathedral of the Assumption of St. Mary. There were 19th century paintings on wood, labeled with artist and date!

At Cathedral

After lunch of soup, salad with cucumber, tomatoes, olives, etc and meatballs and stuffed peppers with rice, and a dessert, we headed back to Tirana.

View of an area of Berat from the Berat Castle area.

Our guide spoke of Albania’s complicated history while we rode from Tirana to Berat. No way could I condense all that info; however, it was interesting seeing all the old steel mills that were built and used in the 1970’s. Twenty thousand people were employed, but by the 1990’s they ended. Communist Party was on its way out and 50 percent of the country’s electricity was consumed by these mills. You’ll also notice there are some working oil wells, many fewer now than in the past. There is now less oil, but also the crude oil needs to be exported as Albania has no refinery. Gasoline here is about $7.00 per gallon with 60% of that fee as tax. (Side note: saw some self-supported bicycling tourists on the road. No bike lanes here. They were truly on the road!)

During Communist years, the Mother Party was more important than ones biological mother. Two hundred thousand bunkers were built. As the years went on, people were malnourished, yet listened to BBC and Voice of America and realized their “glorious leader” was a dictator. Again, so much happened in their history; do your research to learn more. Even as the new government in 1992 institutes land reform, this too has its challenges! History buffs must really love understanding how this country has come to be!

On a later note, let me end with a look at our dessert from lunch. This is Berat’s version of “ekmet” … a custard with shredded wheat below and on top. It was delicious along with soup, fresh tomatoes and olives, meatballs and stuffed peppers. It was an informative day!

Ekmet, dessert… delicious!

An Elko Surprise

Do you know where Elko is? I discovered Elko, Nevada on my drive from Utah to California on Interstate 80. Quite honestly, there is not much between towns in Nevada except for wildlife bridges, mining areas, casinos and sage brush. However, we then entered Elko!

After a Mexican meal, recommended by a local, we walked some of downtown Elko. We learned the town’s name came from a guy who saw many elk in the area and then decided to add an “O”, thus Elko! The county courthouse is an obvious building along with the numerous painted murals around this town of 20k locals. One mural near the Western Folklife Center had info about the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, happening since 1985, and to be in Elko again in January 2026. Every July since 1963, Elko hosts the National Basque Festival since many people immigrated to this area since the 1890’s from the Pyrenees Mountains between France and Spain.

Mural in Elko, NV

We walked by Elko Railroad Park where stand a historic locomotive and caboose. Central Pacific Railroad ran through the middle of Elko in 1868. As the years went by, there were 16 railroad crossings within 5.4 miles of tracks in this town! You could imagine the congestion and safety concerns … or maybe not, as I read, “it was not unheard of to wait an hour or more for one of the 50 daily trains to pass through town”. Yikes!

Near the locomotive and caboose we saw this tower and wondered who was Chilton. We discover Mark Chilton was the guiding force with Project Lifesaver. The river and train tracks were all re-aligned, as were other Elko infrastructure projects redesigned, for great improvement to the area. The ten year plan included 5 years of construction, 1979-1984, with many positive results. Now trains do not go through the center of town!

Centennial Park
Mark Chilton helped make Elko the town it now is!

Step away from the town and you’re in Ruby Valley Recreation Area for all kinds of outdoor activities. So maybe you’ll stop in Elko for a few days as you drive across Nevada and discover what’s here in this town. Did you know you can get a custom horse saddle made here too? It’s really fun to spend time in small towns; check them out when you can.

“Women Build” … Homes

Women build and participate in Habitat for Humanity projects in various ways. Recently there was a “Women Build”. Twelve homes were wired for eventual electrical appliances to be connected in each home in the upcoming weeks. For many of us, this was a learning experience on how to wire a house! Other times I have been at work projects painting interior rooms or stuccoing exterior house walls. It’s is great fun to be actively working. We often learn new skills while benefitting the future homeowner who will be moving into a new home!

Twelve new homes!

“Women Build” is actually a co-ed activity. However, there is with the majority being women on particular dates to encourage women to participate in such projects. I’m not sure why women hesitate to hammer away at other times. When a larger gathering of women is planned though, they show up. We had a very productive day getting the homes wired!

Listening to safety talk at start.

The logo for the shirt was a winning logo from a community member. The poem on the back of the shirt was written by a local Habitat for Humanity employee.

Logo on front of t-shirt
Poem on back of t-shirt

Future home owners were in attendance too as they put their required sweat equity work hours in. It’s very exciting to hear them share what they are learning in their required classes. Plus they talk about the support they are getting from their support team. It’s a long process, but valuable to each future homeowner.

Join in!

Join a Habitat for Humanity project. No building skills are required. Learn the skill as you ask questions for the particular need that day. That’s how all of us help out! Don’t be shy; don’t hesitate; we all work together for a greater good! Join in!

Educate Me About Saladitos, Please.

You know how we joke about never seeing a particular red car and then all of a sudden you begin to see it everywhere? Well that is how I am feeling about saladitos?

I had no idea what they are, and actually I still have little idea. I had seen them at the supermarket and then at the drugstore. They hang in small and large plastic bags simply stating they are dried salted plums. Hmm…here in the southwest maybe it is an easy way to keep some salt in my diet, especially after a sweaty bike ride or tennis match. So I decide to actually purchase a bag.

Well, someone really needs to educate me about this food. Here’s what happened. I popped one dried salted plum into my mouth. They are salty! Very, very salty!! I think I took in enough salt to last me at least 2 days. Then I was looking for the plum….yes, it is dried …so much so, I had a difficult time getting any sense of a fleshy something. The pit seemed larger than anything so I rolled that around in my mouth. All of this activity lasted about one minute or less because the salt was just overwhelming!

I have a whole bag of these saladitos! What to do. I researched it on the web. Some people love these things! Some wrote about the fleshiness of them. What? Am I eating the same snack as these people? I see no recipe so I decide I will soak one dried salted plum in some water for a day. Okay, now I truly see no fleshiness to this item and it is no better in my mouth.

So please someone educate me about saladitos before I toss the bag! Thanks!

How to enjoy dried salted plums; let me know ASAP!
How to enjoy dried salted plums; let me know ASAP! Thanks!

Bike Paths are to Love!

When bicycling on a bike path, here’s what to like:
1. Seeing people be active; roller blading, walking, jogging, bicycling. Even blind people can enjoy this space.
2. Knowing the bike path is a valued piece of real estate in a community. You can bicycle many places in the world; paths are available.
3. Seeing people support each other; a victory sign, a thumbs-up, or a hello from one to another. No other language needed beyond a smile.
4. Knowing people are choosing to cycle to the local coffeeshop or farmers market rather than use a motorized vehicle. Follow that person to some place fun!
5. Seeing a person help another person when a tire is flat or a chain is jammed. We all appreciate a helping hand!
6. Knowing there are railroad tracks being converted to bike trails (thanks to people who support Rails to Trails Conservancy).
Simply enjoying outdoor weather, wildlife, camaraderie and to know

Bicyclist on wooden path in Tarifa, Spain.
Bicyclist on wooden path in Tarifa, Spain.

the bike path will be here tomorrow to enjoy alone or with others. Actually, I love it!

Today’s My Dad’s Birthday, but….

My Dad's hammer represents much to me.
My Dad’s hammer represents much to me.

It’s his birthday today….I will not get to celebrate it as I had done in the past; he died a few months ago. Each new year celebration had been my reminder that his birthday was approaching. I was always grateful for the longevity gene in this family and would then wonder what an 80+ year old person needs/wants for a birthday gift. Would it be a Chicken Soup book, chewable dark chocolate, a historical novel? I would send a card and sometimes a gift, but would always have a phone conversation with him on his birthday. It usually involved what’s the latest there with him and here with me, and my latest home building/maintenance questions?

When younger, my family traveled with the wood-paneled station wagon pulling a trailer. There were skills gained during those adventures that translated to much of my success while camping, backpacking or traveling the world and needing to know how to feel comfortable in new situations. Even though my Dad taught Industrial Arts to male students, because that was the day when only boys had that class, my Dad taught his 4 girls how to use a saw, hammer, screwdriver, etc and it was no surprise to me to see my siblings all have a strong science background.

My Dad helped me with every apartment and house repair, even showing up at times to lend a hand with the actual job or providing me insight to solve concerns. We once put a bay window into an Adirondack shack I owned and built an outhouse there! We painted rooms at a rental property, and gutted and rebuilt an entire kitchen at another house. (Although when I left for work one day, I returned home to discover every exterior window with repainted shutters, RED ones! He was convinced they sold the house.)

I will miss his conversations and help as I currently work on a new home construction. Of course he would say, there would be little to do with new construction! Yet he had discovered that would not be true, since we did have a project list for him at our last new home.

This year I dedicate all volunteer work with Habitat for Humanity to my Dad. I have his hammer, his work ethic, and his joy and love of creating something constructive with and for other people, no matter who they are. While I will always miss my Dad, this can be a good year! My heart will be with his hammer and we will work as one. Build on!

Five Years Later; In Remembrance.

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John Green unveiling a plaque for all to remember his daughter and why this green space is important for us all.

I do not remember where I was 5 years ago when I heard about a shooting at a Tucson Safeway store. I heard people were gathered outside there to listen to Gabby Giffords speak, this young girl: Christina-Taylor Green was one individual in attendance. Gabby was severely injured, Christina-Taylor was killed and many other spectators were part of the horrific moment.

Now five years later there is a section of the Tucson bike path with an area, and future cacti garden, to commemorate Christina-Taylor’s memory. Her father, John Green, spoke about his family’s use of the recreational areas nearby and their use of the bike path. The family has plans to continue developing a couple of acres of land here with everyone’s financial support.

The bicycling group I was with the day of this presentation did bike ride to attend this plaque unveiling and rode to the Safeway store where flowers were present. It’s unfortunate we in the USA are still amidst such gun violence, but I have hopes we will always remember those we have lost and work toward a safer USA.

When’s Your Golden Hour?

I am figuring this “golden hour” out for myself because my time seems to fill and often burst with to many things to do in short time. I think I should have a golden hour … what would it involve and/or look like? I wondered too if others have a “golden hour”, or does time just fill with no special acknowledgment, but instead the usual work, play, cocktail hour?

Within my American Red Cross course, I am reminded of the medically-referred golden hour: when prompt medical care must be provided someone within an hour or less of their medical emergency to hopefully prevent his/her death. And then too, within my photography work its reference to the golden hour: time shortly after sunrise or before sunset when a photographer hopes to capture a softer, redder daylight compared to time when the sun is higher in the sky.

That’s it! I need an hour or less when it is imperative to react to a behavior, or to act on a regular basis to a specific time of day. When working, I had limited time in a day so I felt there was little precious time for myself… just do and do … and occasionally catch my breath for the relaxing moment. Now with so much available time, other things fill my time: volunteering, tennis, road bicycling, tai chi, reading, etc and yet I believe I should have a golden hour each day. Does anyone agree?

My golden hour may be time to think with no interruption. A quiet, reflective time; maybe even meditative. I am not sure yet, but I plan to chisel a time per day, at a minimum, to listen to my brain. I have ideas that need sorting; thoughts that need encouraging; nonsense that needs deleting. I do not want to do these things while I fall asleep at night. I need a golden hour.

When’s your golden hour? Are you a reactor creating your time, or do you act each day at the same time with a special activity? Please feel free to comment. I am interested in your ideas.

New Year, New Start!

I am fully retired from working, but not retired from life!

My “work” now will be fun on a tennis court, riding a bicycle, learning how to use my camera, and volunteering for special projects around the world. And once again, understanding how to blog with informative written pieces about the environment, a photograph where I challenge myself to learn a new technique, or to just write a commentary about whatever because a thought possesses me and I want to share.

I like new years; I like new starts. It allows me to start fresh and so it will go with this blog! With my right effort, I hope to enjoy it all!