I can start with the usual “Oh, summer is almost over!” but I don’t give rat’s ass about that, excuse my language. It’s just a season, why so much drama! In almost 305 days it will be back. Relax. Moving on to “Oh, vacation is over (cause mine ended already) ” and again that’s ok. I will take some more time off in a month for my next destination (not going to tell you just yet).
As the title suggests this is not about vacations. However, important piece of information, I was in Spain this year, Costa Brava, Lloret de Mar to be precise. And since we are here, Lloret de Mar is approximately 75 km distant from Barcelona.
The only day, the only single god damn day, I went to Barcelona, which was for the first time in my life and guess what happens?? A terrorist attack! And damn, was I close!!! And damn, did I nearly shit my pants!
What I want to talk about today is something that might look completely off the topic compared to what I wrote above. It’s about nationality. And no it’s got nothing to do with terrorism or something of the sort.
Back to us, it all started, on August the 10th when we take the bus from Tirana to go to Thessaloniki, Greece, for our scheduled flight to Girona, Costa Brava, Spain. After almost 12 hours of bus drive, the driver tells us to get off the bus, as we are “close” to Thessaloniki (the bus was headed for Halkidiki, a tourist hot spot in Greece). “Close” my a**, we were in the middle of nowhere with no direction, no information, no freaking mobile connection! Nothing! So, under the scorching sun we start walking on the high way. We have walked for almost 50 minutes, between risking to get lost walking in the opposite direction and being forced to cross some dried creek, dead plants and a not so challenging fence. We make it to some hypermarket or something and all sweaty, barely breathing, we manage a “taxi” whisper.
One of the cashiers was kind enough to call a taxi for us and we finally make it to the center of Thessaloniki.