‘Our guest house is in the Castle’ I slowly repeated to the policeman. He wagged his finger at me, waved his hands around in the air like a snake and then grinned like a big kid. We would learn that translated to ‘Move your god damn car…’
‘So you will stay just one night in Berat?’ enquired our guest house owner whose grinning smile was as welcoming as the cold beer he had produced near instantly.
I glanced over at the neatly kept flower beds, the medieval style arch door to the courtyard and turned backwards to my underground cave room with its dimly lit charm. ‘Let’s make it two.’
Five minutes. That was all it took to know that two nights in Berat wouldn’t just be relaxing but was an absolute necessity. Why? It had that vibe, the one that shouts you’ve finally arrived, even though you didn’t know what you had been looking for.
To be honest, five minutes isn’t entirely true. We had actually made our noisy, dramatic and somewhat ridiculous entrance to this historic white washed wonder nearly an hour before…