"Are you *** ***?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied tentatively.
"I'm the Spanish guy who emailed you" he said.
And it all fell into place. A few months ago this guy had emailed me before he got to Tirana. He had been reading this blog before coming out here. We had planned to meet up when he arrived but he was so busy at work that we never got round to it.
"But how did you know it was me?" I asked, since there are no photographs of me on the blog.
"Bella." he said, pointing to the most famous dog in Tirana who, oblivious of her celebrity, was still sniffing the ground.
Perhaps it's time she had her own blog.