Kosova continues to be lovely. In Albanian June is Qershor, the month of the cherries, and they’re plentiful and tasty, as are the sweet peppers, which are coasted and eaten whole. There are fuzzy chicks zipping about in the coop, and little herds of goats and sheep wandering down the road. Nearly every day my charming little host sister picks a rose and gives it to me.
Ramazan has started, and some of the women in my family are keeping it, not eating from sunrise to sundown.