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A road through Albania

Like many young people going to university, I had an idea of how my life would go: I'd graduate, get an entry-level job, gradually increase my income with each passing year, get married at some point, have some kids, and live a stable, if uneventful life with two weeks of vacation a year. Looking back, it's scary to think that could have happened if the economy hadn't crashed right before I graduated. Fresh out of school, the only job I could get was working as a barista. I couldn't afford to move out of my parents' house, but as a result, I didn't have many expenses. 

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The other night, as we were lying in bed trying to go to sleep, my boyfriend said to me, "Where was it that we were staying in a pretty nice hotel, and there wasn't much there, and we tried to go to a restaurant on the waterfront but they only served pork--"

"Nong Khai," I interjected, but he continued as if I hadn't said anything, and I wasn't sure if it was because he was simply trying to reminisce uninterrupted or because he has a terrible memory and the name "Nong Khai" didn't ring any bells.