Okay – I swear to Zot i madh – really there are lots and lots of wonderful long boring peaceful days, when nothing at all happens and I just bake bread and read books and go for walks. But I haven’t mastered the art of taking good pictures of that yet! It’s this stuff that I for some weird reason find really funny . . . . or do I mean amusing? We were off to Kosovo yesterday to run some errands, and on the far side of Bajram Curri, nearing the Kosovar border, we were rounding a bend when Alfred said with a tone of mild disgust “The road’s blocked.” Huh? I looked up from my (endless) knitting “What do you mean the . . . . Oh.” See that bit of raw hillside to the right? That part just broke loose and . . . fell into the road. What I think is funny is how my American brain just can’t really process it. While Alfred turned the car to go the long way ’round, I kept staring at the rocks thinking – there MUST be a way around it. But, as you can see from the photo, nope. I should add that I’ve yet to hear of anyone being hurt by this sort of thing. I mean, anything like recently. It’s just more as if the mountains were playing some bizarre game with us. Last year we ran into our friend Alfred Metalia who was driving around with a small boulder in the back of his truck. Turns out it had fallen off the mountain, missing his car by only a few meters. So: He got out of his car to take a look at it, stood over it thinking, and then (presumably figuring it had his name on it) picked it up and put it in the back of his truck. For all I know, he’s still driving around with it. Come to think of it, I think I should stop telling these stories . . . . stay tuned tomorrow for something less like gargantuan cat and mouse.