While on break between theater tours, I got lost in the Albanian alps. I came upon a small stone house. A young woman exited the house to greet me; she invited me in for a turkish coffee. I ended up spending weeks with this family, living in their home, and assisting as best I could in their daily chores: plum picking, finishing, milking, hay making, and tending to the small, illegal patches of marijuana on the mountiains.
