Tirana, Albania – Unexpectedly Beautiful and Affordable

Skanderbeg Square and Gov’t Buildings

Flying in from Milano/Bergamo Airport, we land in Tirana’s Mother Teresa International Airport a little after seven o’clock, together with a couple of thousand other travelers and prepare ourselves for a long wait to clear customs and immigration. Lo and behold it took maybe 30 minutes, probably less, to process all these people and get us on our way. Remarkable and a good sign.

The moment we step outside the airport, we see all the popular car rental company offices that you see lined up anywhere in the world’s major airports. This immediately set off some bells with us as we had heard that it was difficult to rent cars in this country because of the facts that credit cards weren’t accepted for security deposits and huge cash deposits were required to secure warranties. Well soon we find out that all alarming and threatening information is severely outdated.

Modern international airport

TJ walking out of Tirana’s Airport

Tirana, Albania International Airport

Albania is a small country that came out of a communist dictatorship in the early 1990s, but has since been on a fast track to modern times. Coming from the US with a valid passport now allows you to stay a full year Visa free in the country. EU citizens can only stay up to 90 days though. Credit cards are accepted everywhere, especially in all coastal tourist cities and the capital. The Albanian people are some of the nicest, friendly and helpful people we have encountered on all our travels and our evening taxi ride through the capital showed accessibility and an international flair that is completely disarming. The 35 minute taxi ride from the airport to our Airbnb in an incredibly luxurious Chinese made BYD (Build Your Dream) car was quoted at $25. We gave a $6 tip and the driver almost got tears in his eyes. One thing we learned during our stay here is to put your destination address in your own Smartphone with Google Maps. Many destinations do not have a street name and number as GPS reference, but an Electric Box number, especially in construction areas. Show the taxi driver your phone when you need a ride “home”.

Our Airbnb in Tirana

Our Airbnb was located up in the hills, southeast of Tirana, in a suburb called Farkë e Vogel, where better-to-do Albanians are currently building their portfolio homes in beautiful landscaped neighborhoods and gated communities. As construction moves up in the hills, services such as grocery stores, coffee shops and mosques follow quickly. The nearby Mosque and Minaret is a landmark and catches us several times a day with melodious chanting and prayers, a few restaurants and small stores are within walking distance, but a real supermarket is a bit farther so we take the local bus to Albania’s largest shopping mall The East Gate – “TEG” and shop at SPAR International and then take a taxi back.

Or we (actually TJ with her iPhone) has learned to use a popular delivery system called “WOLT”. It’s a very slow webpage, but works fine if you have the patience along with google translate on your phone. Even then there was an occasional hit or miss item, like the time TJ ordered way too many tomatoes, but we shared them with our Airbnb hostess as she shared veggies from her gardens with us..

Sunset view from our balcony

The apartment is easily one of the best Airbnb’s we have ever enjoyed during our travels. (Right up there with a gorgeous cabin on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee.) A view to die for, down the hills dotted with olive trees, plum trees and other fruit trees, into the valley where TEG and other commercial enterprises provide a lively human balance to the surrounding residential areas. In the next four weeks we would travel down the hill on several occasions, but we were mostly planning a relaxed stay in this fully air conditioned 1200 sf apartment with a huge balcony off the living room, fully equipped kitchen, luxurious bathroom with walk-in shower and a dream of a spacious bedroom. We were perfectly happy just staying there most of the time while outside temperatures hovered around a continuous 95°F.

In the first week of arriving in Albania, my prescription distance glasses broke at the temple/hinge and were irreparable. On the TEG mall website we had found MaxOptica and on Friday morning we took the local bus to TEG. The sales girl in perfect English confirmed that my old glasses were history and irreparable, but she was happy to help me with a new pair. Since we had no recent memory/paperwork of my eye condition, she was taking the optical measurements from my old glasses, which is when the ophthalmologist, a young handsome man from Pakistan came down the stairs from his quarters and offered to do an eye exam, as TJ sat in his  air-conditioning office while she was waiting for me to get done. Impressive was the advanced equipment he had at his disposal, possibly more advanced than what I saw during my last eye-exam about three years ago on Amelia Island, Florida. He did a very thorough exam and declared my eyes in excellent shape for a man my age. The eyeglass frames selected, turned out to be Emporio Armani (Georgio Armani’s discount brand) with 2 sets of attachable sunglasses in a posh case. Mind you, designer frames and prescription glasses (not that I care) plus a complete eye exam for $348 is a deal to us. My last eyeglasses, several years ago were close to $500, without the eye exam and it took more than a week to get them. The knowledgeable sales lady would call us when the glasses were ready for pick-up and she figured on two days, however her phone call came the very next day; the glasses were ready to be picked up.

The little bus service is reliable, (…..until it isn’t). For the small fare of $0.44 per person, the bus will take you all the way down into the center of Tirana, where the bus turns around just before it reaches Jean d’Arc Blvd and comes via another loop back up to our neighborhood. The complete loop takes about an hour, which is why 30 minutes off every hour it stops at the apartment.

We used this service on several occasions and took a taxi back from the mall,  as the bus service (mainly service workers going to town and back home) calls it a day around 6pm. This worked for us, since we usually carried several bags of groceries home and the taxi ride was only an average $6 one way.

Now the summer of 2026 is globally turning out to become the hottest in recorded history and definitely interfering with the discovery part of our travels. 100°F to 104°F every day, without rain or cooling winds is simply too warm for people our age to go out in the sun exploring historically important sites. It had been hot in Portugal, but we had a pool there to cool off. Here in Tirana we have a gorgeous balcony view down the sloping hills to the city with air conditioning in every room. So on all these hot days we read, wrote, facetimed with friends and family, we cooked or ordered our favorite dishes and groceries via WOLT or enjoyed our host bringing us fresh fruits and vegetables out of her gardens. During the evening on the balcony we caught gorgeous sunsets, watched the numerous (almost daily) fireworks down below and listened to the great variety and strange mix of eastern and western music in the distance. If nothing else we experienced a good understanding of the daily rhythms of Albania and Tirana.

Of course we looked at a handful of day trips to the country’s attractions, all at very reasonable rates, but all had a duration of 12 to 14 hours per day, mostly starting early in the morning. After discussing it quite a bit, we decided it sounded more like torture than fun in the present heat, especially when many buses have no AC or bus drivers don’t use it because of cost. In addition, we also couldn’t get ourselves to get up at 5:00 or 6:00am to get to a bus station into town to leave on a tour by 8:00am and then returning home around 10pm or midnight. We figured that for our next Albania trip, we would include some of the popular beach towns on the Adriatic Sea, but only in late spring or early autumn, because in addition to the heat, the rates in high summer months are heavily affected by vacationers from Dubai and other rich Emirates in the Middle East.

Why is Albania Still So Affordable?

Towards the end of the second week we ventured out on another trip to the TEG mall to enjoy the International Foodcourt, get some groceries from Spar International, enjoy some people watching and enjoy a refreshment out on the open terrace. Life is good and affordable. We noticed lots of families having lunch or dinner at the Court, calculating that the total bill for four runs about $28 to $30 including drinks. The food court offers a nice variety of local specialty restaurants, some Greek and Mediterranean choices as well as American favorites such as KFC and Popeye’s. Popeye’s chicken is remarkably consistent with its Louisiana flavors, but sadly they don’t feature the brand’s famous black beans and rice.

KFC-Pizzahut in TEG Foodcourt
The International Foodcourt
Burger King and Popeye's in Food Court
InterSpar/TEG is the first Spar in Albania

The Foodcourt is busy every time we go there and it seems that many Albanians enjoy Mall Life and its food options. While TJ gets out to explore the mall’s store offerings, I like to watch people in their every day life and get a feeling for how they go about their lives. We had heard that the average monthly net income of an Albanian worker was somewhere between $720 and $950. Knowing that, now imagine that in 1985 the year of communist dictator Enver Hoxha’s death, the average monthly income was $15 and the country was considered the 3rd poorest country in the world. A lot of the old-timers still remember those days.

With help of the internet I compared these numbers to Portugal’s $1,120 to $1,250 per worker and neighboring Montenegro which hopes to enter the European Union in 2028, where workers enjoy an $1,150 per month net average income per month. After dictator Salazar’s reign, Portugal did not begin true economic growth until it joined the European Economic Community (EEC) in 1986. Membership brought structural funds, market integration, and foreign investment that modernized the country. Albania hopes that the same process will support its growth into a prosperous modern democracy. Currently tourism accounts for almost 25% of Albania’s GDP, which is too risky. Greece and Portugal are sitting at 12-13%, which is where Albania aims to be.

Currently Portugal and Albania are considered to be cheap residential destinations, but the question is always “for how long” and “what makes them cheaper.” The “How Long” part depends a lot on the country’s political ambition and how easily its natural resources can be retrieved and turned into revenue. For example Portugal is already for many years (1986) part of the European Union, while Albania aspires to become a member by 2030. This means that Albania has to comply with a lot of regulations imposed on the country to comply with the EC conditions. No doubt that by 2030 a lot of the price attraction for Albania will have disappeared in favor of improved worker’s salaries and economies of scale, but until then you can pay for a three-course meal for two with an hour of honest labor, especially if the ingredients are locally sourced. You will also be able to find nice, furnished apartments with Seaview balconies or overlooking beaches for $300 to $700 per month including all utilities and services. With a somewhat limited infrastructure the cost of transportation is relatively low and the cost of healthcare and education is worked into taxation systems. Another important aspect of Albania’s standard of living does come from the fact that Albania enjoys a median population age of 37, many of whom are educated, and have learned to speak English as they grew up in the early years after communist dictatorship was removed. The big advantage of the young population average is that social safety nets are financed by a younger group of tax paying workers, with a smaller percentage drawing on social securities. In Portugal the median age is 47, which means the stress on social securities will start at least 10 years earlier.

America was one of the first countries during the Clinton Presidency  to help out after the Communist Dictatorship ended

In the early days of Albania’s democratic revival (1992) many countries, companies and charities entered the country to help and develop new socio-economic ties. Americans even have an advantage over European visitors, as they can stay in the country Visa-free for 12 months. Albania is intensely pro-American due to historical U.S. backing for Albanian sovereignty, crucial intervention during the 1999 Kosovo War, and deep gratitude for rescuing the nation from total international isolation after the fall of a brutal communist dictatorship that lasted until the early 1990s. A rapidly growing tourism income will effect the “cheap” factor in the next 5 to 10 years, but for now our view is that Albania offers the best bang for your buck in all of Europe, while the country also feels very Western/European and if you treat Albanians with respect, as you should anyway, you will find them friendly, extremely helpful and very hospitable.

Gas station service is still available
TJ with Tirana and Mountains in the back
Allah is always close by
The bus taking us into Tirana for $0.44
Our neighborhood bus
An abundance of art on the route
Fedex is everywhere, even in Tirana
Artisti Lounge and Restaurant is where the bus turns around

The third week came and we finally gathered the courage to brave the scorching sun and take the bus to the center of Tirana. A list was made of buildings and attractions to visit and without knowing how far the bus would take us, we got on. Swaying through the outskirts of town, we get a good taste of how Albania operates. We see a lot of English companies and stores, several English language universities and schools and even an American and German Hospital and then all at once the bus turns around on the road and stops at a bus stop and we learn that this is the endpoint. We mark the spot carefully, which is easy because on all sides there are drugstores and pharmacies and tree-covered streets leading into the city center. But since it is already past 2pm, we decide on lunch and a refreshment first and right there is an outdoor lounge-restaurant ‘Artisti’ which offered strategically placed outdoor fans that spray the table areas with a dust of refreshing cool mist every couple of minutes. I ordered a Caesar Salad as I craved lettuce and a bottle of water. Total cost about $7, and the Caesar was huge and came with huge clunks of perfectly seasoned chicken breast mixed in. TJ had ordered a pressed (Cuban style)cheese and ham sandwich that came loaded with all types of side veggies and big enough to feed an army. Lunch was a delight at 30% of the price anywhere else we have traveled. When almost done with our lunch a young couple with their son walked in and set down at the table next to us. Turned out they were Albanians now living in London, spending their vacation in Tirana. We had a wonderful conversation with them about Albania, its people and its treasures of history, nature and beaches. He insisted upon treating us to a refreshment. The convo was so delightful and interesting that TJ gave them her last painted Jeeps for Peace Ukraine rock.

Then it was time to get our legs going as we crossed the Joan of Arc Boulevard and got a magnificent view of the Mosque of Namazgah or The Great Mosque of Tirana. Construction had started in the early 1990s, but ensuing Catholic opposition stopped completion for more than 30 years. It was finally inaugurated in October 2024 and now offers a capacity of 10,000 Sunni worshippers, the largest Mosque in the Balkans. From there we walked past a number of government buildings and an interesting subterranean museum named Bunk’Art2, housed in a nuclear bunker built between 1981 and 1985 as a secure underground shelter for the Ministry of Internal Affairs next door during the communist dictatorship of Enver Hoxha. It features 24 rooms with photos, authentic artifacts, surveillance equipment, and audio-video testimonies dedicated to those persecuted, interrogated, or killed by the Sigurimi, the communist regime’s political police.

The Mosque of Namazgah
The Mosque of Namzgah aka The Great Mosque of Tirana
Adventurous Architecture
Interesting Architecture
Architectural High Lights
City Parks and Skylines
Parks and Spaces to recognize the special ones
The famous clock tower
A popular museum
Never Give Up the Fight
Skanderbeg Square
Skanderbeg statue
Playing folksongs under Skanderbeg Statue
Et'hem Bey Mosque Interior
Et'hem Bey Original Mosque in Tirana
Et'hem Bey Original Mosque in Tirana at Skanderbeg Square
Bunk'Art 2 Museum in NUCLEAR BUNKER
Nuceal Bunker preserved as museum
The Victims of State Security Police - Bunk-art
Ministry of Infrastructure and Energy next to Nuclear Bunker
Government flying the European flag in anticipation of 2030!
Government flying the European flag in anticipation of 2030!
City Parks
The Friendship Monument

A little further down the road we reach Skanderbeg Square, dedicated to the country’s medieval warrior/nobleman Gjergj Kastrioti. Skanderbeg’s exceptional battlefield skills had his contemporaries compare him to those of historical emperor Alexander the Great from neighboring Macedonia, and these skills gave him this nickname.(Alexander is Skander)

On the corner of Skanderbeg Square we found the Et’hem Bey Mosque of Tirana and from there we walked down the parks and monuments to reach the Toptani Shopping Mall. It was time for an afternoon cappuccino, totally in conflict with the Italian idea/tradition that milk heavy coffees are only proper for the morning hours. A cappuccino in the afternoon replaces lunch for me, so the milk is perfectly ok.

The Toptani Mall deserves its own chapter and TJ got “lost” for a good two and a half hours exploring the many floors of brand name luxury retailers, while I was sipping cappuccino in the downstairs bar, observing my favorite pastime: People Watching. This mall could sit somewhere on 5th Avenue New York or Champs Elysee Paris and fit right into the street scene. Eight shopping floors over almost 700,000 square feet, with four parking garage levels, many restaurants and fun areas. Actually sitting in this mall with all its Italian Fashion brands represented, makes you realize that Italy, yes the country Italy, is only a short distance away across the Adriatic Sea, with daily ferry schedules to cross from varies points.

Toptani Mall Entrance
Interior Toptani mall stores
Old and new in Tirana from Toptani
Grab a bottle of wine and relax
Toptani Shopping Floors
More shopping floors
Finding Han in the coffee lounge
Tirana City Scape from Toptani

Yeah, Han was not thrilled I was gone so long. Mainly because we now share a phone and he had no way to contact me. It is extremely easy to lose track of time in this mall. Toptani has glass interior walkway walls, which can be quite intimidating if you are prone to vertigo. I would look down occasionally but not for a prolonged period of time. I literally purchased one tiny spatula we needed, out of this whole mall. When traveling, you had best learn quickly to shop with purpose, not desire.

 

Time was getting closer to the start of the daily “Flamingo Revolution” protest marches and rallies against the Albanian government allowing a US – Saudi Arabian investment consortium including Ivanka Trump and husband Jared Kushner to initiate a multi-billion dollar luxury resort to develop on Sazan island, that would ruin a pristine coastal ecosystem that hosts thousands of flamingos, sea turtles and monk seals. From that original theme the protests were expanded into a movement against government corruption and lack of transparency and by now every night around 6-7pm, thousands of Albanians gather near the government buildings and major thoroughfares such as Jean d’Arc Boulevard and march against oligarchic influence, opaque public decision-making and the use of laws for private or politically connected interests, in other words protesting political elites who are accused of abusing power and institutions. It didn’t help that Ivanka Trump called Sazan Island her private island in several podcasts and has angered many Albanians. Another support comes from the European Union who has sent a team of observers, as a warning that Albania’s government needs to be aware of Community guidelines in dealing with these issues.

We walked several blocks back from the mall and decided to first go and see the famous Pyramid of Tirana, which was located close to where the rallies would take place. Now there is a warning when you cross the Lana River, which is nothing more than a tiny canal in the city, expect a stench, most likely left there by high pollution due to wastewater.The Pyramid of Tirana, full in the sun at 7:30pWhen we arrived at the Pyramid, we decided to leave the climb to the top to younger generations. The Pyramid has an interesting life story as it started out in 1988 as a Museum dedicated to dictator Hoxha’s reign. Well by 1991 and the end of communism, no one in their right mind wanted anything to remind them of those horror years under Hoxha. So the building became a congress center for a couple of years, then it became a technology center and finally it turned into a tourist attraction attracting thousand of visitors.

TJ: I really wanted to climb it, especially since it does have hand railings, but the sun was still so baking hot. Heck, even sitting on the stairs about burned a hole on your butt. LOL

On the bottom stairs TJ met a nice local young man who explained more about Tirana’s history and walked with us to an ice cream place on Jean d’Arc Blvd where that night’s protest rally would start. As we were enjoying our ice cream, the group formed right in front of our eyes as police closed the intersections and press started up their coverage. In a wink of the eye it seemed that several thousand people had formed a protest march that peacefully moved forward with anti-government slogans and chants and occasionally we recognized the name for Sazan Island. As I write this, it is 80 days of consecutive marches. Albanians know how to get their government’s attention. After the protest we walked down to a vibrant circle with lots of restaurants and easily found a cab driver, who took us back to our Airbnb up in the hills.

The canalized Lana River
As the protest rally starts arriving
News and TV leads the way
The Flamingo Protest is picking up steam
More participants arrive from side streets
Loudspeakers on every pole
Stopping Trump - Kushner to rape the land
They come out protesting every night!!
As the numbers are growing
Protest speeches in front of government buildings

As mentioned before the little bus service from our neighborhood to town was usually reliable, with the exception of Sunday afternoon before departing Tirana and Albania. We took the bus at 2:30pm with only 2 other passengers seated, who got out a couple of stops further downhill. The bus driver, almost by impulse it seemed, decided that it was time for an afternoon pick-me-up; he turned off the engine, stepped off the bus and from an open door spoke to us in a language we had no clue about, made a couple of hand gestures that could mean anything and walked across the street into a local bar. After a couple of minutes we figured he wasn’t coming back anytime soon, so we descended the bus and started our walk downhill to the Mall. Google Maps said it was only a little over a mile down the hill, but the sun was sitting straight above us, cloudless and beamed about 100°F heat down upon us. Very uncomfortable and we were sweaty through and through.

What we had learned so far about Albania, is that we like its people; that its nature offered beauty; that Tirana was a treasure of a city, that there was an attitude of “can do” in the country and that the prices of goods and services were fitting our retirement budget like a comfortable glove. It did help that the temperature stayed high in the 90°F and 100°F’s, as we spend our time mostly inside, reading up on the country’s attractions and history and we were starting to feel a close affinity to Albania’s struggle and future. Before arranging our Schengen inspired departure for Montenegro at the end of 30 days, we already knew, that we would be back soon, to explore the almost 300 mile Seashore and its picturesque towns and fishing villages. Prices for fully furnished apartments, with balcony and Seaview are very attractive, which would make it a strong contender for our European residency choice.

For our trip north to Montenegro’s capital city Podgorica, TJ had done a lot of research and for $200 we selected the most attractive option offered by a company called Day Trip.  We highly recommend this company.

Albania is planning, but does not yet have a train infrastructure to its neighboring countries and private bus transportation is available but can be a bit tricky for people with luggage. In addition, most of the reviews on bus transportation were not encouraging. Our monthly budget moving country to country allows for $400-$500, so the $200 fee here worked perfectly. The driver picked us up at our Airbnb, helped with the luggage and drove us in air conditioned comfort to Podgorica, all the while telling us about sightseeing attractions, castles, palaces and a lot about the hospitality of Albanian people.

Amadeus Palace Hotel and Casino

On the way out of Tirana, close to the airport exit, a majestic building like a royal palace appeared out of nowhere. “What is that?” Was my immediate question. Our driver proudly announced that it was the residence of Albanian’s only billionaire Samir Mane, which turned out to be not the case. It actually turned out to be the pipe dream of a rich real estate developer couple that started constructing what was to become the Amadeus Palace Hotel and Casino.

A giant gold and marble edifice for the super rich, that started construction around 2012. Amadeus Palace is an architectural puzzle. It does not fit into one particular style, it fuses elements of neo-Baroque, oriental influences with neoclassical elements, creating a theatrical semblance of imperial exaggeration; a Disney World caught inside of a clover highway system. On the roof stands a massive statue of Albania’s national hero Gjergj Kastrioti, commonly known as Skanderbeg.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtfDR5JdD8

It may never be finished since latest news articles in 2026 state that recent construction bills are delinquent and no request for reactions have been supplied.

We offered our driver a lunch at a roadside restaurant where we re-discovered one of our favorite veal meals from our St.Maarten/St.Martin days in the Caribbean.

The trip up north also led us by Lake Shkoder, the largest lake in the Balkans with a summer surface of 370 square kilometers and a winter surface of 530 square kilometers thanks to the seasonal rains.

Although we traveled in peak summertime, the border crossing into Montenegro was easy and took about 30 minutes. Late afternoon our driver dropped us neatly in front of our next Airbnb in Riverside Apartments in Podgorica, the capital of Montenegro, where we will be spending the next month of our Schengen Shuffle.

Albania is not just a tourist destination, it’s a story waiting to be discovered and we just did.

Starting the Schengen Shuffle

TJ walking out of Tirana’s Airport

Bittersweet is our departure from Coração d’Ouro. named after a Portuguese Telenovela, meaning Heart of Gold.

AirBnb owner Lianne is ready at 8am to take us to Tábua bus station. We almost spent a month with her. Got a great tan going and the daily swimming in the pool was definitely a health kick for Han. We also said a fond goodbye to Finata Bakery owner Anne and bought four of her delicious sweets for the road

The bus Rede Espressos was right on time at 9am to take us to Coimbra and from there we went the 112 km to Porto’s Campanhas Busstation in less than 90 minutes. From there we called an Über to take us to Park Hotel across from Porto Airport. Early check in an 18°C upgraded room, while outside temperatures were reaching 40°, was a welcome gesture even though their dinner was a complete miss.

Entering the Schengen Shuffle at 4:15 the next morning was our wake up call, but we felt okay as we had slept the five or six previous hours pretty good. RyanAir was departing at 7:10 that morning so we had to get there in time, considering the new Schengen Accord limits and guidelines. Of course we did not have the new guidelines to consider on this flight as it took us inside Schengen from Porto to Milano-Bergamo in Italy. The fun would start from Bergamo to Tirana, Albania which is a non Schengen destination. Of course Han does not have to worry about overstaying his welcome since he is still a European citizen with a European Passport that is valid until 2035. It’s TJ who has to worry about this until we have filed the necessary paperwork in Portugal upon our return in the Euro/Schengen zone in October.

Milano-Bergamo: What once used to be a small military airport

I’m starting to write this at the Bergamo Airport and cannot get away from thinking that the last time I was in this city, it did not even have an airport. It was just the second big city after Merano, when we came over the Alps Mountains for an Adriatic or Tyrrhenian Sea beach vacation in the 1960s or 70s.

Personally I think the advent of Ryanair(1985) primarily and  followed by other successful discount airlines in Europe have caused the growth of air traffic throughout the European continent. As a result places like Bergamo, Weeze/Düsseldorf, Emmingen, Banja Luka, Girona/Spain and others have now huge airports with millions of travelers going through every years and dozens of languages to be heard, in this place where 60 years ago only Italian was heard.

A little bit on the Schengen Treaty’s history. It all came together in 1985 when France, Germany, The Netherlands, Belgium and Luxemburg signed an agreement to abolish borders and controls between them. Spain and Portugal joined a bit later and today 29 European countries have joined. Of course as so often where it concerns bureaucrats with nothing much else on their hands, they had to design and write rules for citizens and non-citizens of these countries, how long they would be permitted to be in one of the Schengen countries and 90 days seemed to be an acceptable number for most of them. So these days a non-schengen citizen can stay a total of 90 days in the Schengen zone. Without special visas or other arrangements, overstaying this duration makes them illegal. To make this real special and complicated, these 90 days have to be counted backward, as in no more than 90 days during the last 180 days.

The next month we stay in Tirana, Albania

Well for people that cross borders often, there is a calculator invented to keep you straight. Suggestion is to use it wise and often as these days the world has turned digital, which means that since April 10, 2026 this 90 day requirement has been coupled to the Entry/Exit System (EES), which digitally controls your moves with fingerprints and facial photographing whenever you cross a border. A questionable future is here as more countries have applied to become member of the system. Striking complications turn up for countries like Ireland, and the UK, especially since England left the EU and Ireland (except Northern Ireland is.  But also Cyprus, Albania, Montenegro or Bosnia are Schengen escape options for non-EU citizens to stay in Europe for longer than 90 days.

Be smart and use the calculator!

Check out the Calculator

 

Coração d’Ouro: “Heart of Gold”

From the poolside to the backside of the Villa Coração d’Ouro

After what seemed like an almost daily repetition of opening and closing our suitcases, TJ had found an AirBNB in lesser known central Portugal, that would fit our needs to relax and stay in one spot where we could start organizing our move to Europe.

Southeast of Porto in the lower foothills of the central east mountain range Serra da Estrela ( home to Portugal mainland’s tallest mountain Torre at 6,539 ft), lies the town of Tábua. To get there by public transportation you take the Rede Espressos bus from Porto’s Campañha Bus station south to the old former medieval capital of Coimbra (€2.95 to €9,40 p/p depending on time of day) and from there you take the same company’s extension trip to Tábua for another $2 or so. If you have a little layover like we had, you can try the very nice MacDonald’s right next door to the bus station. It was more relaxing than milling around or trying to find a seat at the bus station.

Map of the Tábua area

The ride to Tábua is gorgeous alongside rivers and lakes slowly moving to higher elevations. We arrived at the busstation in Tábua late afternoon and decided to get some starter groceries at the next door Lidl Supermarket, before calling for a taxi to take us to our villa.

Now here I must make a little stop to insert an important observation. Why do Airbnb hosts in remote destinations not offer a provisioning service for guests that come in late, or stay with you for a longer period of time, and/or if the  grocery or supermarkets are quite a distance away from the Airbnb? It’s a normal service offered in the Marine Charter Industry and guests are willing to pay good money for this service, especially us old people. You see in big cities, provisioning these days is no problem anymore. You go to Übereats or Wolt websites, check the selections and order and within a certain timeframe everything will be delivered to your door. Often without delivery charges! But in areas where these services are not yet available, a provisioning service would be a win-win for guests and hosts. Preferably this should be offered outside of the commissioned Airbnb framework.

In this area of Portugal rental car services are few and far in between and even taxi service is sporadic. Of course we were lucky, since Pedro became our local historian/ guide and taxi driver, sharing with us the must do things, the history of the area and what it has to offer. On the way to the Airbnb we learned from him that Tábua is a regional center that combines a total of 16 villages in the area and the village we were going to was called Vila do Mato, which made is easy for me to remember (Villa Tomato!)

Coraçao d'ouro front entrance
Coraçao d'ouro front with old building
Side entrance to the villa
The side of the villa (hosting 5 rental quarters)
Barbecue Anyone?
View over the Pool and Horse fields
View from our bedroom window over the horse stables
Kitchen and dining area
Horses at Coraçao d'Ouro
Bathroom with tub
Swimming Pool & Tanning deck
Cannot be more than a week old
Wall Flowers

Quinta Coração d’Ouro: “Heart of gold” which usually describes a very kind person, was the name of our Airbnb. A young woman, born in the Netherlands, who goes by the name Lianne and her life partner from Portugal (Ricardo) own the large villa and live here with their two young children and a slough of animals in a very large hacienda type building with surrounding acres and fields. On the many acres in the back of the villa they keep about 20 horses, all are mares (except for one very young colt), a donkey and four foals at tis timer, some cats, a peacock, chickens and a tiny ankle biter with Napoleon syndrome chihuahua. LOL.

Watching the animals’ antics, Ricardo who never stops working, chatting with Lianne and the children, literally observing as the floral gardens grew more beautiful, became our daily outdoor entertainment. Especially the silly foals once they found out they had long legs and could fly like the wind.

Our favorite bakery

Across the street from the Airbnb is a Pastelaria Finatas Bakery and owner Anna knows how to make a deliciously mean Pastel del Nata, this incredible Portuguese delicacyThe bakery is just steps away from a bus stop, which in case you don’t have a car, is quite important for transportation. However, the bus to and from Tábua only runs once in the morning and returns in the early evening.

In the distance, a  eight minute walk in the other direction is a larger bakery called Seara da Vila, which has a nice air-conditioned restaurant with a menu, but we were more charmed by Anna’s fresh foods, which attracted quite a few expats from Holland, Belgium, England as well as locals. Especially in the weekends it is a thriving business. And she and her small staff are truly lovely.

Two important reasons for us to select Quinta Coração de Ouro were the pool, a nice pool to actually swim in, rather than just cool down…. and the spacious upstairs apartment that offered a large, well equipped kitchen, an even larger bedroom with extra seating areas and a comfy bed and a huge bathroom with tub and shower; and all air-conditioned. And on the ground floor there is a huge public room for guests, offering a large refrigerator, cooking facilities, games, books and large screen TV and plenty of seating arrangements. That Lianne and Ricardo truly went out of their ways to make us feel welcome, was an added bonus. It also helped a lot that both could communicate in English. If you want to relax and unwind, this is definitely the place to choose, however note the school age children are on summer break during July and August and it gets very busy. For us, we definitely had the perfect timing because during the entire month we stayed, there were only two sets of guest who arrived for one to two nights.

The next almost four weeks we planned to have a wonderfully relaxed routine of writing, updating websites, leisurely laying at the pool with a daily lap swim routine, reading and watching movies on Netflix.

Several days into our stay we decided to walk into the neighboring village of Midões, a town with a long important history, but also the nearest place for a supermarket and laundromat. Packed with backpacks full of dirty laundry we climbed our way on the road and soon discovered that we were in bad shape to walk uphill in the unseasonably hot midday sun for a distance of 1.5 miles. We made it by the seat of our pants, quickly put the laundry in the very modern machines and went for refreshments at the restaurant next door. It had a great outdoor terrace. The entire complex was built and operated by an entrepreneur who used the SPAR concept to bring this grocery service to a town with no facilities for tourism.

A Winning Combination

Note: In all of our travels through Europe we have been finding groceries we need, through a large number of SPAR stores and supermarkets. The original concept dates back to 1932 in the Netherlands. I will have to dedicate a musing story to this phenomenon, that today numbers 13,600 stores in 50 countries and several continents.

Quite a few Dutch, Flemish and British expats live here in the foothills of the mountains that separate Portugal from Spain, and they all claim to love it. Most of the year they meet almost daily at the local outside terraces for drinks and a chat and the rest of the year they keep themselves busy with the house and garden. Some of them work remote, but most of them draw a pension and live a good life.

Huffing and puffing we arrive back at the apartment and have enough groceries and fresh clothes for at least a week. Then we will consider another trip for replenishments.

And when that day arrives, we’ll saddle up once again loaded with shopping bags and backpacks, but this time on the way back, Han bites the dust a couple of hundred yards before we reach the building. His ankle tries to negotiate some loose gravel and he loses his footing and goes down with a loud bang, sandwiched between one heavy backpack on the front and two shopping bags on his back. We thought no-one was around to see this happen, but within seconds there are a handful of people offering helping hands out of nowhere. His arm and knees are scratched and his ribs are sore from some crushed canned veggies, but nothing more serious, although he hurt for the better part of a week. A friendly Portuguese man offers to drive us the couple of hundred yards we were missing from getting “home” and we thanked him profusely. Such beautiful people. Lianne helped with some “fix Han up supplies” and tried to take care of him, but he is so independent.

Roof Statues as Guardians?
Remnants of forgotten times?
A lot of TLC required
Buy a historic façade and build behind it
There are sitting benches everywhere
Tile ornamented entrances
Old streets leading to the mountains
Ruines in Midoes
Another ruin in Midoes

I actually walked into Midões town on my own the next time. I swear, I thought I would pass out from the heat. I decided to go a little further into the village square and take some pics of ruins, churches and scenery, but also needed a few things at the pharmacy. Then back to the store for groceries. I was just leaving the store, when I saw a woman we had met the very first day who is an expat, who helped us with the language barrier. I said hello to her and we chatted for a few minutes, then she offered me a ride back because she actually lives just past where we were staying. I definitely WAS NOT going to turn that down. I thanked her profusely because the damn groceries were so heavy. It was fun chatting with her and her life partner who was originally from England.

The next week was quiet, we only walked the half a mile into Vila do Mato village and found that the local bar and entertainment hall, also functioned as a limited grocery store. We bought a few items we needed and also about three pounds of frozen shrimp, which turned out to be some of the best shrimp we ever tasted. 

A week later we needed to go to Lidle in Tábua and decided to make a day out of it. Lianne was so nice to  offer us a ride into town and also help us out at City Hall where we wanted to get some preliminary information regarding our wish to move to Portugal. After listening to all the input from a city employee, who also turns out to be the high school English teacher, we decided that we would do all the paperwork in November in the Algarve, as that probably will be the area we would like to settle. After this we walked the city and got some refreshments.

Town of Tabua with mountains in the background
Center of roundabout projects its future
Tábua is rich in Churches
Bell Towers in Tabua
Chapel services
Church in the center of town
Building a town requires public services
Europe is drawing a line with big and small cars
Tábua, a nice place to live
Park and Children's Play grounds
Protected Children's Playpen
We ordered some food; it was cheap and delicious
Still don't know what it was
Music in the park
Street scenes on a quiet Sunday

At the end of the day we called our friend Pedro the taxi driver and he took us back telling us the stories about wildfires in the region as we asked him about the helicopters that had been flying over in the past couple of days and fire trucks that had been spotted in the area. Turns out that some of the forests have been prone to dreaded wildfires and that with the current drought, everyone is keeping their alert meter high.

He also tells us about visiting the Sunday market in Tábua town and we tell him to come pick us up that coming Sunday. He drops us off at the market and our expectations are high, but it turns out the market has fewer visitors than usual, as the national soccer team of Portugal is apparently playing a match in the Worldcup. We check out the offerings, but except for some sheep cheese, nothing really appeals. We walk a number of streets and later decided on a nice lunch in an outside café under the tree shades and a children play garden. Life is so much more relaxed here. Unfortunately this summer is extremely hot and not very enticing for long walks and discoveries, let alone visit attractions with a lot of other visitors.

On the way back we were picked by a female taxi partner of Pedro’s, who raced us through the streets and hillsides as if a wildfire was on our heels. It was a most uncomfortable harrowing trip and then the taxi cost was six euros more than what Pedro charged. Pedro was out of town on a long distance drive to Porto. He had given us his personal cell phone number in case we needed anything. We sure missed him on this particular afternoon.

Sunday Morning Market preparations
Grilled Half Chickens at the Market
The fresh butcher at your service
Fresh delicacies in meat and cheeses
Sunday Indoor Meat & Veggies Market
Sheep cheeses are delicious (as well)
Birds for sale on the market
Doves for sale

The last week of our stay was devoted to the old routine of tanning and swimming because we were both not looking forward to the two travel days ahead of us.

First there was the bus-ride from Tábua to Coimbra, the couple of minutes available for a change over to the bus to Porto- Campañha, the chaos and confusion at the station and from there an Über to The Park Hotel at the Francisco Sá Carneiro Porto Airport. On travel day wake up calls were 7:00am followed by a 4:00am at the hotel. That is decidedly too early for people our age. The hotel room was nice, was able to check in early and they upgraded us to a nicer room, but please avoid their restaurant for your meals. It was the worst dinner experience bar none, at a price tag of over €30 per person. The dinner buffet was even more and I wish I had ordered via Uber.

We were up and running at 4am for a 5am hotel transfer to the airport and everything went smooth with our Ryanair flight to Milan-Bergamo and our connection flight to Tirana, Albania. We were out of Schengen on the 89th day of our stay. There are so many questions from others about how to count your days correctly, but honestly we should NOT have cut it this close. One plane delay would completely screw up the entire process. Give yourself a week leeway to cover yourself in case of emergencies and/or travel delays.

Porto, Portugal Impressions

The Luis 1 Bridge over the Douro River in Porto

Six years ago we met our dear Portuguese friend Helena, during a two weeks vacation in Portimão/ Praia da Rocha, in the Algarve. Ever since we have wanted to visit her in her hometown of Porto and check the city out for a potential retirement move there.

After dropping the rental car off at Eindhoven Airport in a screaming rain storm, we were facing a 6 hour layover before Ryan Air would lift off for Porto in Portugal, where we would arrive shortly before midnight. The reason this is brought up is, that you don’t get to see much of this city’s beautiful setting from a taxi in the late evening hours. That’ll have to wait until the next morning when 1.3 million people seem to embrace your privacy all at once when the city comes alive.

Made in Brazil; a clever cover!

Our AirBNB was located a couple of minutes walking from the old town center and the first thing we saw when getting out of the Über was a window front that says “Made In Brazil”, a clever euphemism for a beauty shop that operates a brothel and stays open until the wee hours of the morning. Later we noticed there are two brothels on the same street. No bother to us, as they were fairly discreet, however dressed in skimpy clothes.

Our modern condo apartment however was fabulous. Airconditioning, nice little kitchen, comfy bed in separate bedroom, hurricane shutters and an elevator to the 3rd floor. Everything you may need from a bakery with breakfast to a well appointed supermarket were within a 3-4 minute walk, all of which we visited the next day. Arriving at midnight you only want a comfy bed and a cool room. We closed our eyes and went to dream.

Convenient breakfast right next door

Since Helena works in the marketing department of the City of Porto, she needed to work the next day, but the day after that she was off. We would meet her at the famous Sea Life Aquarium, in the northwest part of town for a visit TJ had been looking forward to. So on our first day in Porto we went for a leisurely breakfast at the Coffee shop Padråo Doce directly adjacent to the Airbnb. Here we were introduced to Portugal’s favorite sweet treat pastel de nata, a rich, creamy egg custard baked in a perfectly flaky, blistered puff pastry crust. A touch of cinnamon over the top and you’re good to go of course with a good cup of coffee. We are now huge fans of this fattening little delicacy.

Breakfast in Porto

We used the Google street map app to find the grocery story Continente Bom Dia which was just 3 minutes from there. An amazingly well stocked grocery store with a wide variety of goods. We walked out all set for our days in Porto. The original stay was supposed to have been 8 nights, but some recalculating of the Schengen Shuffle Allowance told us that we had to leave the Schengen zone on July 5 the latest, when TJ’s 90 days were up. We cut our Porto stay down 4 nights, so our next stay in the countryside we could  stay our full month because of the pool feature and it all worked perfectly.

Warning: Make sure you calculate your allowance correctly, because since Trump immigration policies in the States, has European authorities also getting stricter.

Anyway our first day in Porto was quiet and relaxing and TJ quickly figured out the ÜberEats App and we had goodies delivered to the apartment.

Sea Life Aquarium Porto, Portugal

The next day we took an Über to the Porto Sea Life Aquarium where shortly after 11am there was a warm reunion with Helena, and the six years of not seeing each other melted away in seconds. TJ and Helena were actually in tears, surprising both of them.

Truth be known The Sea Life Aquarium actually deserved more of our attention than it got, since we were completely in awe of seeing Helena again and spent only little time with all that is offered in marine biology and the important research they do. Especially the Coral Maternity Center, the first national breeding project of coral for the SEA LIFE network of aquariums around the world, contributes majorly to  endangered species breeding programs and the conservation of coral organisms on a global scale.

TJ: I was too busy watching the penguins and being Peter Pan, flitting all over the place. I even let Helena talk me into (I would have done it anyway) crawling hands and knees through a little tunnel to reach a bubble in which to stand up in, so it appears you are inside an aquarium with cute fish all around. Even I, at 5’2” was still just a tad too tall for it, but did it stop this big kid from posing, being silly and enjoying it? Absolutely not! Helena had insisted upon treating us to the Aquarium, so I bought her this cute little stuffed red octopus keychain.

We spent a good 2 hours in the facility and shop before we called a taxi to take us to an outstanding fish restaurant for some of Portugal’s favorite grilled Sardinhas. (oh the irony!?)

Located next to Praça de Gonçalves Zarco
With the cruise port in the distance
Peter Pan in the Fish Tank
Peter Pan the Rasta Man
Love the Penguin Habitat
Not yet dipping his toes
TJ on the prowl
A great place for kids

Grilled Sardines, Portugal’s National Dish

After intense discussion with our taxi driver we were taken to a restaurant in the Matosinhos Dockland areas, famous for the Fish and Sardine canneries. Matosinhos is Portugal’s historic seafood capital, once landing 86% of the country’s catch, it used to be a small fishing town just 20 km northwest of Porto and is now integrated into the Porto Metropolis. It still has an industrial air to it, due to its 19th-century harbor, and its past prosperity connected to the fish-canning sector, which peaked during World War II and declined from the beginning of the 1970s. But then advancing tourism needed nightlife and during the 1990s,  clubs, bars and restaurants found a great a fertile zone for its needs as old buildings were restored and new apartment buildings, shops and neighborhoods were erected.

We sat outside on a terrace, filled with other visitors – many from neighboring Spain, as they were enjoying a national holiday and we ordered grilled sardines (what else duh??) And TJ set aside her natural distaste of fishy fish and ordered grilled sardines as well. And guess what? She loved them. Proud of that girl. And then we talked for several hours into the late afternoon with the promise to meet up again the next day for a shopping mall experience. All three of us took a taxi back into the city to our Airbnb, and relaxed and talked some more about our plans to move to Portugal until Helena got a phone call that her sister was in the hospital. A quick goodbye and hugs later, she had promised to update us and if the plans for the next day were still a go.

Restaurant in Matosinhos
Grilled Sardines is the National Delicacy
TJ and Helena looking at pictures

The next morning we learned that sadly she was not able to meet up with us again as her sister was still in the hospital emergency room. What now? We only had this day left to get to know Porto a bit more. We quickly sat down with our laptops and devised a walking tour in the center of town, that would at least encompass 5 or 6 must see attractions and we went on our way.

Capella The Santa Caterina, a piece of art in tile

With a general directional sense of the city center’s layout we walk to the blue tiled facades of Capella de Santa Caterina (Chapel of Souls) and find that even though it’s Sunday, Porto is hosting a lot of visitors this weekend.

Slowly walking down the pedestrian Rua de Santa Catarina cobble stoned shopping street, taking an occasional left and right aided by Google Street Maps, we ultimately climbed up to  arrive at Praça da Liberdade (Liberty Square), the central square where old and new Porto meet. It is here  where the American fast-food invention McDonald’s now occupies the old art deco Imperial Café that opened in 1936. It is reputed to be one of the most beautiful McDonald’s in the world!. We have seen this ‘sacrilegious’ behavior in many cities in Europe (Budapest, Prague, Vienna etc), where magnificent old buildings have been sacrificed to become fast-food eateries. Still don’t like it one bit. This one is located at the southeast corner of Liberty Square. Its real state-of-the-art focus point is the stained glass mural along the back wall, depicting the cycle of coffee:  growing it, harvesting, processing, shipping, and finally drinking it. I have to admit it’s beautiful.

Going down the St.Catarina Shopping Street
Admiring the colorful streets and boulevards
Slowly finding our way through the center of town
People everywhere
Finally arriving a the Freedom Square
A very special McDonald
People enjoying Micky D in the roaring thirties
More hills to climb

Just south of the Square is the important São Bento Train Station intersection, where  we take our first sidewalk café stop for some refreshments and people watching. The last one is almost as good as Paris or London.

The waiting Iines are long for the Lello Library

Next on the list of “Must-See” is Livravria Lello & Irmao, the world-famous  book shop, kitty-corner across the street from the UNIVERSITY OF PORTO, that demands at least a day visit. Admission is $30 per person. And guess what? There were about a thousand people waiting in the street to get in. We’ll come back in a real off season time to do this one. Now if you really have your mind set on this than consider buying a combo ticket that includes a visit to the Monastery of Leça do Balio, home to Livraria Lello Foundation and discover medieval architecture and provocative temporal exhibitions. Tickets include the Monastery, the Open sculpture, the Garden of Thought and, if selected, the Lello Bookshop. A National Monument since 1910 and a historic landmark on the Caminhos de Santiago, the Monastery of Leça do Balio is today home to the Livraria Lello Foundation and a vibrant cultural hub. Very interested but this will have to wait until our next trip to Porto.

Get tickets early and be there on time
The Stairway to heavenly knowledge
Browse until you overflow
And when you think it's done, there's more
Just raise your eyes to see this beauty
All stairs lead to more knowledge

We “quickly” walk further up the hill to peek at the Igreja do Carmo church and the surrounding square, which seems to be a center of all kind of transportation activities: Homemade small tuk-tuks built on mini chassis of old American model cars, an old tramway, busses and taxis. We took it all in, shot a couple of pictures and started on our way down to the river in search for the majestic D’ouro River and maybe some lunch. D’ouro by the way means ‘of gold’ in Portuguese.

The Square with the fountain
Part of the Cathedral
The famous tram connection
Tuk Tuks Poprtguese style
Agree do Carmo
Igrejo do Carmo frontal view

Great Spot for a perfect lunch

Carefully easing our way down the narrow cobblestoned streets we ended up in the old Porto Ribeiro district of the city, where we had a marvelous lunch in a 5 Star hotel with a street side terrace. It was also a great feeling for our resting undercarriage that had already close to 7,000 steps on the clock. After lunch we kept on going down passing the Cathedral of Porto and ending at the river landing near the Luis I bridge across the river to the famous picturesque overlook Miradouro da Serra do Pilar. The bridges over the Douro have a high passage and a low passage. From the high level we walked to the middle of the bridge, took a bunch of pictures and walked back. Back in Porto Ribeira with its gorgeous old houses, we walked through the car tunnel to get to the bottom overlook point of the Douro River.

After a while taking pictures and just looking at the high passage we took the funicular back up to the city level for our walk by to the apartment. There are some stunning views to be seen from Miradouro da Vitória and you quickly realize why Porto is such a popular destination. It has magical vistas, great restaurants, a culture steeped in all the classics and architecture to go with it. The people are a delight; international, friendly, helpful, and the city has an overload of attractions worth seeing. And we have to visit many more. And even though the city is considerably more expensive than rural Portugal, it is still affordable. But it is a city for young people, full of energy and in good physical shape. We were close to our 10,000 steps and not looking forward to the trek back to the apartment.

Starting the ongoing way down to the river
As the streets become smaller
And smaller...
and livelier with people and shops
You get level with the river
Walk through the tunnel atrua de ribeira
Look west where the river goes to the sea
Look east where the river comes down from the mountains
Take the funicular rail to get back up in town
Enjoy Porto Ribeiro down on the waterline

The side streets were made up of steep streets, mismatched stairs and/or uneven cobblestones are seriously an accident waiting to happen (at least for us). Slow and steady are your best bet for anyone and supportive shoes. With a little luck and Google Maps we actually took the shortest route back and less than 2,000 steps later, the elevator took us up to the third floor where walking shoes ended up in the corner and tired feet soaked in a bath tub. We realized that Porto would not be our choice to live in Portugal. Too busy and too pricy. But it was definitely a city to revisit often. Love Porto, but many times it made walking through Edinburgh, Scotland feel easy at times.

TJ surprised me fairly late in the evening with an Über delivery of our newest treat, the pastel de natas, because she said we deserved them after such a busy eventful day. Who am I to disagree with such logic?

Helping Out Family in Holland

Look at the train’s speed!

During our stay in Austria, Han got a message from his oldest brother, asking us to come and take care of things at his home, when he was getting a Heart procedure operation on May 21.

Even though the operation in his case was considered non invasive, the anxiety levels nevertheless reigned high, especially since his wife suffers a debilitating disease and hands-on support was needed, as we had previously promised, if no one else would be available.

So we took the daytime train from Vienna to Münich and from there to Düsseldorf, Germany, where he picked us up for a short drive to their home just across the border in Holland. The train ride with layover in Münich was a little over 8 hours in spite of the fact that at times the train accelerated to a speed of 300km p/h plus. A German architect who became our compartment neighbor for a stretch of the ride, explained that the high speeds allowed between Frankfort Airport and Düsseldorf, gave the train a high ‘on-time” rating. We were about 45 minutes behind schedule in Frankfurt, but arrived perfectly on time in Dusseldorf. What was annoying was the Restaurant wagon being closed most of the day without any explanation and there was nothing to drink available for hours on end. We arrived in Düsseldorf  and via a complicated pin drop exercise on smartphones, we caught up with our brother and drove a quick autobahn trip to his house just across the border.

Babi Panggang for our 20th Anniversary

The 20th of May was our 20 anniversary, but regrettably the circumstances did not allow for extravagant festivities, so it came down to Babi Panggang for dinner: our favorite Indonesian/Dutch meal, which we had Thuisbezorgd.com deliver to the house and we devoured it with gusto. (You will never find this dish in the States.)

The medical procedure the next day went well and Han picked up his brother from the hospital in Belgium a day later already (his brother’s insurance allows him to get medical treatment pretty much anywhere and this hospital in Genk ranks highest in the region for this sort of procedures). The next several days were spent with more family, which also implied more eating and detailed exchanges about travel plans, destinations and medical necessities and required government paperwork pertaining to Dutch citizenship, social security and pension..

A couple of days later we went to see Han’s younger brother Jos and his wife Ria, with whom we had a fabulous afternoon visit and delicious dinner (he is five star chef quality for sure).

An afternoon of culinary and mental delight

Crushed Kroepoek with mushrooms- Everything is edible

Limburg White Asparagus with Hollandaise Sauce delicacy

And yet another couple of days later we departed tfami, took the train to Eindhoven Airport where we rented a car for a week, as the next regional travels would be much more convenient with a rental car and on demand transportation. We don’t usually rent a car unless the rates are right and circumstances demand highly flexible transportation. In this case it would be easier visiting a couple of friends and doing some necessary government related paperwork with a car. Taking the train to a big city and from there use busroutes or Über to explore the area is one thing; having to drive and find office buildings and restaurants or other meeting points is a completely different affair. Since meetings these days have to be exactly on time, public transportation is often not an answer. A seven day, $200 hybrid rental car works much better on an agenda like that. (Hertz, Toyota Varis). Tip: If you have a travel credit card and pay for the rental through them, you automatically are covered with insurance. We use a Chase Travel Card.

Visiting our friend Simone

Our first stop was a 3 day visit to our friend Simone in the Province of Brabant, little over an hour from where we picked up the car. We had agreed to see her the following day as we don’t like to put our friends out  with visits in the late afternoon or early evening. Yes we have officially aged into that habit. Now one of the things we really like to do every time we visit the Netherlands, is to enjoy all the delicacies offered in many of the “fast-food” French fries restaurants across the country. Our favorites are kroketten or bitterballen, frikandel special and saucijzen broodjes with French fries and mayonnaise.

Dutch Fast Food Delicacies

After we had checked into the Bastion Hotel, which is only 10 minutes from where Simone lives, we set out to find a friture with good reviews and a wealth of choice and found one not far from the hotel, Lunchcafetaria Frietstore & More in the Aldi Shopping Mall. We went there and were so pleasantly surprised by food and ambiance, that we actually returned there once again during our stay.

Due to ongoing medical conditions brought on by Long Covid, Simone occupies now a spacious nice flat in a service complex that would make every American immediately understand the enormous advantages of living in a Social welfare country, where your taxes actually provide your with appropriate benefits when you need them.

Simone was a beautiful woman in her forties when we met on Amelia Island around 2014. TJ worked with her and Luisana from Venezuela in the organization of the now largest Pétanque Tournament in the World, which TJ and Philippe Boets started in 2009. As so often happens with open minded people, they immediately connected into a friendship that will last a lifetime. This time we managed to pick up Philippe, who now lives in Antwerp in the summer months, from the train station in Roosendaal.

We had seen Philippe in the beginning of the year on Amelia Island where he lives during the winter months and excitedly we took off for our visit with Simone and her two cute Dachshunds. The doggies liked me the best and begged for attention. I say this because it is normally Han that dogs gravitate towards.

Simone, Phillipe and TJ

Picture galleries on our computers were opened and hundreds of memories and new stories exchanged. The lunch food Simone had organized contained almost all Dutch snack favorites and it should be no surprise that we took a stack of doggy bags home with us. Her mom and dad live in the same complex, just across the small park from her and they dropped by to say hi. Her mom does all the grocery shopping and we think she bought the store out. Simone was still feeling good enough for us to visit the next day too, so upon checking out of the hotel, we headed over and again had way too many goodies to choose from. Couldn’t stay as long as before, since we were onto our next destination to Middelburg, the province capital of Zeeland.

We were also very happy to see how much better Simone was doing than the last time when we had to cancel our planned visit because of her illness,  Now that we have planned to make Europe our home, at least for a number of years, frequent visits are on the menu. We adore her and I was so thankful to see her beautiful, smiling face once again.

Visiting our friend Carly in Middelburg – Zeeland

6 Room Hotel Bruno in Middelburg

Carly became our friend during the years we lived in St.Maarten and was TJ’s maid-of-honor at our mock wedding for friends, who couldn’t make it to the States for our actual wedding in Woodstock, Illinois (film location for Ground Hog Day movie). After we left the island in 2009, she moved to the island of Bonaire for awhile and then moved back to the Netherlands and now lives close to her daughter and grandchildren and extended family in the cozy old town of Middelburg, the capital city of the province of Zeeland.  We had spent several days with her in 2016 during our Europe in 90 days vacation.

Han had arranged the hotel in Middleburg called The Bruno Hotel. Fantastic location, clean rooms, nice folks but definitely geared towards a way younger crowd and I have to admit I won’t be staying there again. No AC, bathrooms have zero privacy due to see-through glass walls, teeny tiny rooms, beds you literally have to crawl out of, extremely tight winding death stairs (we were on 2nd floor in room 3), motion lights on stairs that were off timing (I used my phone a lot for light.) and sometimes a bit noisy. Just check out the pics online. Way bizarre. Oh, but they do have a vending machine in the hallway that for 15 euros, you can choose some interesting items to purchase. Most were geared towards “zesty” rom-com bedroom scenes. LOL. Han met the guy who keeps the place maintained and provisioned. Nice kid from Eritrea, who married a girl from Middelburg 16 years ago and now has his own company servicing hotel properties. Great example of successful immigrants.

Han: note that this hotel has no keys for the front entrance door, nor for the room door. Opening them requires a digital key on your phone. Since this requires a smart phone, the technology circle is broken for people like me; I DON’T HAVE A PHONE, which severely limits my freedom, since TJ had to be with me to enter the building and the room.

Parking was available at a parking garage around the corner and a large supermarket was located a a 4 minute walk. So, as far as essentials go, we were quite set. The little square in front of the hotel offered a lively traffic intersection where numerous bicycles and cars maneuvered carefully around each other. Although we noticed that speed of the late-coming e-bike trend does create more dangerous situations.

We picked up Carly, visited for a bit at her flat, then drove back to the hotel from where we walked into the town square and had an early nice dinner, while catching up and making plans on what to do for the next few days.

The next day was set aside to do some important government paperwork related to Han’s social security and pension payments. We spent the better part of the day driving to police stations and city hall trying to get a grip on Murphy’s Law. We finally got all papers signed and stamped and put in the mail.

Colorful Façades so typical in the early Renaissance years
Fabulous connections between buildings
Friendly and colorful
Oh these beautiful little old streets
Just inviting colors
Getting older together
TJ and Carly in Veere
Keeping the water balanced and the eye pleasured
Oh the history of these old walls and tunnels
Musket windows now are picture frames

The day after we all went to visit nearby Veere, a fishing village dating back to the 1500s  and saw numerous oddly dressed folks. We could not figure out what this was all about, until we asked some people and we were told that it is a yearly highschool celebration where parents dress in their choice of costumes to camouflage their true selves, while their school age children try to locate them and expose them. The event was called something like Fox Hunt.

One parent was hiding out near the marina, reclining on a bench while dressed like a sheik, smoking a water pipe and was probably never located, even though he was out in the open, easily seen. We saw him walking down the path by late afternoon.

Another two moms dressed as homeless beggars, sitting up against the wall in town, looking unkempt and definitely out of place, since it is very unusual to see this in Holland, however no one approached them (as far as we could tell). They were having the best time together. Tons of parents, tons of kids and tons of fun to watch it all. The children also were required to attend some historic areas and learn about them.

We also did a nice historic walk through the town with Carly being our personal guide and showing us many places as we learning about some things that most visitors wouldn’t find easily.

TJ’s favorite being the tunnel built that was part of the town’s reinforcement walls in the time of Napoleon. Just to imagine the history it has had, boggles the mind. To be able to walk through it, while looking out the windows made for weapons of battle, really is magical now. We continued walking until our legs got tired and our bellies cried for substance.

There are two famous white fish, so-called fast food, dishes native to Zeeland. One is Kibbeling (battered, deep-fried chunks of white fish) and Lekkerbekjes (a larger, battered white fish fillet).

TJ: I promise, this is the best fish I have ever eaten and not just because I was famished. We dipped it into garlic mayo and all three of us were licking our fingers. Of course fries came with it. The Dutch and their “friets” go hand in hand. Or should I say, “fingers to mouth?”

We were lucky because as we were headed back to the car park, we made it just before the downpour. Nothing new for Holland.

Carly asked TJ to choose a scarf when we arrived back to her apartment; she deals in vintage clothing, and I chose a cute dark coral with small turquoise birds flying about. I haven’t worn it yet, as it has been too hot.

Next day, Han and I traipsed around Middleburg, did some errands, people watched and had some Dutch tapas and coffee. It also rained in the afternoon, but we were safely ensconced underneath a terrace umbrella. So very cozy. May have been one of my fave times while there.

Veere - Fox Hunt
Beautiful House decorations
Attention to comfort and usability
It's all built for use on the water
The walls that date back to Napoleon Bonaparte
A history that goes back hundreds of years
Living together in numbers in part of the great experience
Spring combines water with warmth that creates color
This is what visitors look for
Markets, affordable food and history that feels right
What a way to dream an afternoon away
Just watching people in their everyday life
Without a house to buy things for...?

TJ was happy to be checking out of our “interesting” hotel and driving back to hand the car in. I am only mentioning this to help others. Listen to your intuition. I wanted to stop for fuel a few miles out from the airport, Han wanted me to wait and assured me he remembered closer gas stations. Sure were, but good luck using them. Result: No attendant to except cash, all four credit and debit cards were refused and someone finally explained that you needed a certain fuel card from the store next to the pumps, which is comparable to a Sam’s or Costco in the states. We were obviously not members, so we drove back, turned the car in, sat in it until the rain slowed down from torrential to “ya going to get wet no matter what”, the attendant came over and I explained to him about the fuel issue being at half tank low and he didn’t say much. When we went inside the airport, I walked over to the rental place and told them our same “oh woe is me, tale” of doing our best to fuel up. She sympathized, but said I signed the contract and handed me the bill of an extra 150.00 Euros, not dollars, but Euros for half a tank of fuel. I was quite peeved, but not her fault, so kept it to myself.

Probably a good thing because later on, I checked my credit card bill and never saw the extra charge. I don’t know if she took pity on being a dorky tourist, or if the credit card declined the charge? I sure was happy to not see it though.

We had a long, long boring six hours to wait for our Ryanair flight and thinking about the money we just might have wasted, almost took my mind off flying. I will go because I love to travel, but still do not enjoy flying. However, I was a bit relieved to finally board this one because I was so dang tired from just sitting around. Flight to Porto was fine too, although arriving around midnight is no pleasure (anymore).

Some of Han’s Observations of Change in the Netherlands:

• I’m with Paul McCartney who recently said he hates the constant tech updates Tech companies seem to introduce to keep themselves relevant. We, the old guard, don’t want to have to relearn all this tech stuff every week or other week. If something works fine don’t change it just because you can.

• Cars that pull  you over to the left or right if you do or don’t use the turn signals and constantly talk to you. when you’re driving too slow or too fast.

• Beware how many stores, especially in the Netherlands do not accept Visa/Mastercard and sometimes even Cash (only Pin). The reason is primarily that the store owners refuse to be held hostage by the 3% commissions they require to pay for transactions. American Express is often considered too elitist and Diner’s Club is already far on the way out. The same actually goes for gas stations. We got caught after a while standing in line waiting to get to the pump and then couldn’t get any gas, since our credit and debit cards were not accepted by the system. Not that this was indicated anywhere; you were just supposed to know.

• Most Trainstations have no ticket windows anymore. Some still offer ticket vending machines (although online ticketing is widely preferred) that are already slated for extinction, So how can you legally ride on a train? You can use your CC and swipe it against a column to enter the train area and then DON’T FORGET to swipe it again at your destination to indicate you have left the train and complete the transaction. The system than calculates what you owe and charges your account. Nifty, but what if you have to rush to the next platform to catch a connecting train or simply forget to check out?

• Parking: Paying for parking has become another tax revenue thing for cities, towns and villages and everyone seems to be jumping on the bandwagon. We wanted to park our car next to a small canal in the town of Veere, a stretch of maybe 500 meters. Well you have to park your car, walk to the central payment meter, learn Dutch to follow the instructions on how to pay, get a ticket, walk back to the car, place it inside on your windshield and don’t be a minute late on your return, because that results in a 100 euro parking ticket penalty. We could not seem to get it to work, even though Dutch is my birth language.

• Since 2021 cities don’t have Post offices anymore. Postal services have been handed to private stores. In Middelburg Primera offers the only mail service option. All city services need an appointment. Banks already vanished a long time ago; all financial transactions of any kind are done online, of course with double or triple securities. In this year’s travel I have already called my US bank three times to remove a block on my account for tech reasons US bankers are not even aware of yet.

• The last hotel we stayed in has no keys, neither for the front entrance door, nor for the room door. Opening them requires a digital key on your phone. Since this requires a smart phone, the technology circle is broken for people like me; I DON’T HAVE A PHONE, which severely limits my freedom, since TJ had to be with me to enter the room.

• And don’t forget, you cannot randomly walk into an office (any office) without an appointment. You have to call first and set the appointment. Of course calling is the next barricade; from a mobile phone or a landline. Let’s say mobile phone since everyone is supposed to have one these day. Make sure you have a plan that works overseas or else you won’t be able to. The world may seem to have gotten much smaller, but the distance now is caused by technology and accessibility.

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