Today, I took another trek to see Grandmothers. I set off to see Liqeni Babicë, which translates as Grandmother Lake. I was drawn because the map claims there is a hiking area by the lake. We'll get to that.
Also right around the lake are two towns. One is called Babicë e Vogël which means Little Grandmother, and the other is Babicë e Madhe which means Large Grandmother or possibly Great Grandmother. And I might have seen some grandmothers and maybe even some grandfathers, but not at the lake. I was the only one at the lake.
The lake with Babicë e Vogël in the background |
What was referenced as a hiking area was really a dirt track for trucks to get down to the lake. There were no trails around the lake itself. It isn't a big lake, nor a particularly pretty lake. But it's a lake and in the summer probably a nice place to swim.
What was more interesting was the walk. Because it answered a question I had discussed previously with Alrica. One thing I noticed in Vlorë is that there are no cemeteries. I couldn't find any, not in the city itself.
When I took my hike out to St. Mary's Monastery and out to Cypel, I did pass a small cemetery on the way out toward Zvërnec. And there is an even smaller cemetery at the monastery itself. In fact, one of the people buried at the monastery is Marigo Posio, who is Albania's Betsy Ross. She was a political activist at the time of their independence in 1912 and she made the first Albanian flag.
Statue of Marigo Posio in Vlorë |
But these small cemeteries couldn't account for the number of people who must have died in a place as large as Vlorë. My path to Grandmother Lake took me past, and through, the answer. Outside of the city, near Babicë e Madhe is a cemetery. Not just a cemetery, an enormous cemetery. It took me about 15 minutes to walk the length of it. So assuming I move at around 3 miles per hour, it was three-quarters of a mile long. I would guess at least an eighth of a mile wide. And it was packed full of graves, tens of thousands of them. They were right up against each other.
The area outlined in red is all cemetery |
One thing that is a little bit sad in travel is that you will never fully understand the culture of another people. You can learn a lot but some things are hard to know, to understand, to communicate. Today it struck me that I didn't really know the practices of Albanians regarding their deceased loved ones. I didn't see a funeral today, but I did see several people coming out, by car or by taxi, to visit a loved one.
As I might have expected, many carried flowers. But what was different was how many of them also carried a ten liter container of water. So I took a closer look at several of the gravesites.
They all involve very lovely headstones, many carved in crescents and hearts and some just rectangular. Often a photograph of the person in life is included on the headstone. Many of the gravesites have a solid rectangular prism of stone over the ground, presumably where the body is interred. But some are more like a garden plot. There is a headstone, but then the gravesite itself has a rectangular border of stone. And within the border is dirt.
For many of them, nothing was growing in the dirt, or some had a few flowers planted. But for others, this plot was filled with flowers and small shrubs growing in the dirt. And the people visiting their loved ones with water were also watering the plants growing over their deceased family member.
I think the idea is beautiful: new life coming from the life of those you love. So even if my ultimate destination wasn't all I hoped for, I'm glad I took that walk today.