And now the end is near and so i face nanananana... Never did like that crappy song. But it's true nevertheless. Tomorrow in the wee hours of the morning we will be heading for the airport for the last time. I suppose it was too much to expect that I could have kept this going while getting ready to leave. So apologies for the lack of postings over the last weeks. This is post number 380 something so I suppose one post every two days is not a bad average. There were probably 380 more in my head or scribbled down on scraps of paper, but many of them are perhaps best left there. I suppose I should be penning - or typing - my final thoughts and reflections on two years in Tirana, but right now I don't have any. Maybe in a month or two though I might come back with something. Thanks to all of you who have read this blog - especially those of you who have become regulars. Thanks also for linking and thanks to all who left comments. As for the other stars of the blog, Bella now has h...
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Anyways, there is nothing the smell of the fresh air dried clothes. ;D
The problem was, with all the damp and the rain in Ireland, we spent half our time rushing out to get the still wet laundry off the line before it got even wetter from the rain.
Now we just fake the fresh air dried smell with chemicals like everyone else.
In BiH they don't have dryers in most homes, just a washer if you are lucky. If you want to use a dryer you have to go to a ves salon! that's their word for landromat. I hate laundromats! I'd rather hand wash things and hang them. The problem is that men's clothes don't dry fast enough, even if you turn on the heat which I won't in Spring and Summer!