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1.12.2014

Every story needs a hero... | Lezhe, Albania

Every story needs a hero...
That's creative writing 101, right?

The story of Albania shines most brightly through their favorite son, Skenderbeg.  Afterall, the nation's flag, the fearsome double-headed black eagle, comes from his family's crest.

Skenderbeg's Mausoleum, Lezhe

Born in 1405, he lived in Albania until age 18 when he was whisked away as a hostage by an Ottoman sultan.  Trained by the Ottomans and groomed as a leader then placed into leadership back in his homeland, he defects during a battle and organizes a league to push out the invaders in his people's land.

The shields on the wall each represent a different battle led by Skenderbeg

He goes on to live another 25 years as a brilliant warrior, diplomat, and over all leader uniting the various groups within Albania to fight against their common enemy, the Ottomans. In spite of limited human and financial resources, of 25 battles, he only lost 2.  He is considered one of the most significant figures in European history during the 15th century.



His physical strength was legendary, supposedly able to split a cow in two with one blow of his massive sword, he is also credited with having killed 3,000 Ottomans by his own hand.


"Une jam Shiptar!"  (I am Albanian!)
So proud of my children's heritage -- can you tell?


Upon Skenderbeg's death from malaria in 1468, Albania eventually falls under Ottoman control. But for more than two decades he had diffused their strength and prevented them from advancing further into Europe.

Had Greater Europe come to his aid, we believe Albania would look quite different today.


Posthumously Skenderbeg (along with another great warrior, the Hungarian Janos Hunyadi, who incidently happens to be the namesake of the street we live on here in Tirana) was heralded by the Pope as "Christ's Champion" for saving Europe from the spread of Isl*m.

Skenderbeg's family was bestowed a royal title in Italy and his descendants can be found in several royal households across Europe today.

We are getting quite the collection of 'canon' shots.  Sometime I'll have to post them all together in one place!  It's pretty much the ONLY place Reni requests to have his photo taken, so we oblige.

Legend has it that knowing Skenderbeg's grave would be targeted by his enemies, locals buried another unfortunate soul in his place.  Tragically, as predicted, the site was dug up and the bones made into necklaces in hopes of conferring his courage and strength upon the wearer.

So while this mausoleum isn't technically his burial site anymore... maybe it sort of is??? 



1.10.2014

TGIF!

This is us, three out of four Friday nights each month.


Gathered around our little woodstove, holding our Bibles and our coffee.  Discussing how the life of a Jesus-follower looks different the life of one who does not, delving into the Word, the source of all Truth, asking the tough questions and how we can apply Scripture to our lives.


We left off making a list of the characteristics of one who is a slave to religion versus one who can rest in the relationship of a loving heavenly Father.

Tonight we will continue, studying the parable of the prodigal son.  Would you pray for Nathan as he facilitates and Shpresa as she translates?  Also would you pray Paul's prayer for "heart eyes" to be opened?  We don't know everyone's family situations, but understand that in this broken world, earthly fathers can sometimes cloud one's ability to comprehend a loving heavenly Father.

At our staff meeting yesterday, Shpresa shared the testimony of one village woman who had said, "I always hear you talk about 'seeing God' and I had no idea what you meant.  Then on Friday [day of the food distribution] He opened my eyes.  When I saw your love for us, I knew I had seen God."

Praise God.  We know He is a God who can 'open' willing heart "eyes."  Please pray with us for more tender, open hearts!

1.09.2014

Life In Albania | team spirit

The Orange Bowl started at 2AM our time.  On a night we were in the village.  With no internet.  So Nathan tried his hardest to avoid stumbling upon the outcome and we watched it Saturday afternoon.



We have a little bag in which we keep our scarlet and grey jerseys, flags, buttons, and other paraphernalia.  The kids are always stoked to wear their gear.

Yeah, we might have come to Albania prepared to show our team spirit.  Just keep your eyes open during a future commercial break for an O-H-I-O snapshot from the shores of the Adriatic. :-)

1.08.2014

Beautiful Albania | Shkodra

Editor's Note:  I know that most of our family and friends will likely not have the opportunity to visit Albania, so consider my "Beautiful Albania" posts to be an attempt to give you an arm chair tour of our little neck of the woods.

In my previous post I shared that Christmas-time traditionally would find us on the road, splitting our break between Illinois and Ohio.  After 15 years of this holiday tradition, it felt a little strange to be in our own home for Christmas. Since we finally had back-to-back days off we decided to go away for a few days beginning on the 26th, returning to Tirana before the 'craziness' of New Years Eve.

As to where to go, we decided on Shkoder, a city in the northwestern part of the country.  We heard that the former prime minister was from the north and had heavily invested in road improvements there so it wouldn't be a difficult drive. 

I don't want to say that my expectations were low -- it's just that sight-seeing in Albania is ... evolving.  For a worthwhile trip, one needs to utilize word-of-mouth recommendations and a good dose of self-education to know where to go and understand what you're seeing.  Historical sites aren't necessarily well-preserved, well-identified (though road signs have been popping up over the past few years which is super helpful) or well-described (few sites have tour guides or multi-lingual signage/markers -- the day they offer handsets I'll fall over). In spite of doing some research and going with some idea in mind of what we wanted to find, I was still concerned we'd be able to fill our time adequately.  Especially when I learned the ferry we wanted to ride (and I had devoted one entire day in our schedule to) had closed.
It turned out that we found in the north a great combination of natural beauty, rich history, decent food, new friends, and plenty to fill our days, yet also plenty of time to relax.  

A break was just what we needed and we returned with an increased appreciation for the history and culture of this country we now call home. 



I'm learning again that distance is relative.  Looking at a map, Shkoder looks so far away.  In reality, we made the trip in less than two hours.

Ura e Mesit (or, Middle Bridge)

Driving through town we saw signs for the Ura e Mesit, a bridge we had been told was worth visiting, so we took off in it's general direction. Less than 2km away, we started to doubt ourselves and pulled out the GPS.  We laughed when we discovered how close we were.
  

This was built in 1780 by the Ottomans when they realized what an important commerce center Shkoder represented.


Keep taking this road north east and one would end up in Pristina...

A cute, bright spot on a gloomy day.  Anyone remember the post where Ellie bought this umbrella 3.5 years ago?  Amazing she still has it!


Shkoder has a couple of pedestrian streets that are being refurbished (below).  
Crumbling buildings and old fashioned lamp posts are always a good photo-op!
We stopped for coffee, of course, but not before bumping into one of our friends from the Hope Center, visiting family in Shkoder for the holidays (I never cease to be amazed at what a small country Albania truly is, and how we seem to run into people we know almost everywhere we go).


We were humbled to be invited to dinner by the Zefi family.  We have several mutual friends but had never met them personally.  When we were inquiring about hotel recommendations, friends in the States and friends in Tirana independently contacted this family.  Fredi and Prenda both work for Hope For the World Albania in their orphanage ministry, so we knew we already had much in common with them! Thanks, friends (you know who you are) for connecting us!

The kids enjoyed a picnic on the floor.
 

Oh my goodness, Albanian women can cook.  The longer I am here, the more and more impressed I am with the women of this country.  They do so much and do it all well.



Another recommended site was the mask factory.  We were told that the masks produced in Shkoder were world-renowned, primarily sold and used in Venice and Las Vegas.


Visits are 'by-appointment-only'. While waiting for a reply from a local contact about arranging a tour, we stumbled upon a travel PDF for Shkoder online.  It contained a phone number for the factory which we called.  A gentleman answered the phone, welcomed us to come over right away, and offered to meet us at a major intersection in town so we could follow him to the factory grounds.
He shook our hands upon arrival, then excused himself after introducing us to another employee.  After reading this article and seeing his photograph, I discovered that none other than the owner of the factory itself had come and met us!


This factory now employs 60 artists which produce 20,000, hand-painted masks per year.  They use the best materials, including real gold leaf and Swarovski crystals which set them apart from the mass-produced, lesser-quality masks from Chin*. 


We were a little overwhelmed at the volume and variety of mask designs available for sale in their shop.


On a side note, a few nights a week, Abby, Anna, Nathan and I will watch an old episode of The Amazing Race on hulu.  Imagine our surprise last night when we saw the contestants compete in a challenge involving identifying these very masks on actors during the contestants stint in Venice!  (Season 3, episode 2)



Genti told us to drive around the edge of the lake (Lake Shkodra is the largest lake in the Balkans, bordered by three countries) to the village of Shiroke.  He said there would be a handful of restaurants and any of them would have a lovely view of the lake.


It was off-season, but we managed to find a place to eat.  The menu was... seafood. ;-)

As promised, the lake was stunning and beautiful in its raw, rugged state.  We kept remarking how much tourism money could be pumped into the economy if someone would invest in development -- but then I can't help but think it would lose a big part of its charm.




No visit to Shkodra is complete without a trip up to the fortress.
And like the legend we heard related to the landmarks surrounding Berat, the Fortress/Castle Rozafa has it's own tragic legend.  You can read it here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rozafa_Castle#Legend


This fortress hill dates back to the Illyrians, but the present walls date back to the Venetians.  It's been sieged several times, which isn't hard to imagine when you see how imposing it is from below.

I didn't take many photos since this was my second visit (click here to see more pics from my 2009 visit when the weather was better).


They did say 'selfie' was the official word of 2013, right?  There were lots taken by these two on this trip...
 The fortress grounds are quite immense.  We discovered this little stair well that led down to some tunnels requiring flash lights for illumination.  Pretty cool!



Ellie and Reni were good sports in spite of visiting yet another place built out of 'old rocks'.


Above -- my favorite souvenir from the trip

My next "Beautiful Albania" post will be from Lezhe... (Layzh)

1.06.2014

Christmas Day | Traditions Old and New

This actually wasn't our first Christmas in Albania (#4 for me, #2 for Nathan and Ellie), but it was our first with out other family with us... As we have entered this new phase in life where much of our life is characterized by transition, I've come to realize the importance of creating family traditions for our children to create at least a sense of predictability. We anticipated that it would be a day to start new traditions for our family, incorporating the old where we could.

Abby made us a cinnamon roll for breakfast (one of her family traditions) then we headed to the village for the Christmas production put on by the youth.

Arjan wrote a script that was sort of a modern day version of the Christmas story.


Imagine my surprise when Mary walked into the room wearing one of my old dresses (from the late 90s)!


We had a full house, but sadly not a single parent -- one of my expectations blown out of the water.  Pray with us about turning this around for next year!  We gleaned a little insight later when we learned that Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes have been distributed after this program in the past.  That also explained all of the new faces in the room (and shows us that there are many more that we could be reaching on Saturday mornings).


In the drama, the hotel owners had numerous individuals knock at their doors and ask for shelter, including, unbeknownst to them, Mary and Joseph.  Nathan challenged everyone to consider Revelation 3:20 (Behold I stand at the door and knock...) to listen for Jesus knocking at the door of their hearts and to welcome Him in.


Following the production, the cast served refreshments and soft drinks.





(Below) here we are with Pastor Genti and Shpresa...


We came home and enjoyed a yummy Christmas dinner of roast (I am SO thankful for having a wonderful crockpot here -- these haven't always been available for purchase in this country!), mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, rolls, and green beans.

Here we are doing our 'gezuars' (cheers) with peach iced tea (from the States).  So happy to have our neighbor "Teta" (aunt) Vera with us (she doesn't have any immediate family and fills a place in our hearts for another generation present at our table).



Ellie read the Christmas story from our Albanian/English children's Bible (a tradition from Nathan's family -- to have the youngest reader in the family read


On the last day of school, we gave the children some cash to spend on Christmas gifts.  It was a hoot to see what they picked out for us.  I think you can guess which photo will be going in this frame...



Teta Vera knows our girl Ellie.  She gifted her with a fake dove.  Ellie went wild over a 'new friend' for Squanto (her cockatiel)




On the 23rd we put together cookie boxes for our friends, including our neighbors in our stairwell.  On Christmas Day, after opening our gifts, we marched up and down the stairs singing 'We wish you a Merry Christmas" (the only carol we knew in Albanian) and delivered cookies to our five sets of neighbors!  We got three invitations to come inside, but in the interest of time only took up 1 of those invites.  One neighbor gave us a chocolate bar in return (in spite of our protests).  All in all, it was a success!



And thus ended our Christmas celebrations!  Going to bed a few days later the kids asked, "How many more sleeps til Christmas comes again?"

Until this Christmas, we had always woken up on Christmas morning at either my or Nathan's parents, so we never had need for stockings.  In January of last year, knowing we were headed here, I ordered these from a woman on Etsy.  It was fun to see Ellie and Reni's eyes when they spotted their personalized stockings.  I look forward to using these every year from now on!