Albania is the kind of place people overlook – and that’s exactly its power.
Mountains rise fierce and green, while the coast feels like the Mediterranean before it got discovered.
In villages, time moves slow; in cities, it moves sideways. Bunkers dot the land like forgotten punctuation marks – a leftover alphabet from a paranoid past.
There’s warmth here, but also weight. Smiles and stories. Old men playing dominos next to murals of revolution.
And all of it stitched together by roads that lead somewhere. It might just be the last truly affordable escape in Europe – raw, real, and still untouched enough to feel like a secret.
Come with no expectations and you’ll leave with something better: a feeling you can’t quite name, but want to keep.