Instant Coffee
in Albania

The owner of my guesthouse in the Accursed Mountains told me some villagers welcome travelers into their homes for coffee. The next day, a woman working in the field saw me walking alone and started a conversation. Problem was, I didn’t speak Albanian, and she didn’t know English. After a minute of her talking and me nodding as if I understood, she excitedly made a drinking gesture and motioned to follow her up a path to her house. So I did, not knowing what to expect. Inside her home, she fixed a place for me to sit, started a fire and made instant coffee over a propane burner. She also showed me photos of what I assumed was her family. After all that, she even took me back outside to show me her white horse.

I don’t know her name or story, but boy was she kind, proud and generous. I think about her to this day.