Located near Skanderbeg Square, this experience gives participants the chance to step into Albanian traditions through music, dance, storytelling, and shared celebration.

More Than a Performance

Albanian Night is not something participants simply watch. It is something they become part of.

Participants wear traditional Albanian clothing, learn the meaning behind regional garments, and see how dress has reflected identity, family, and heritage for generations. For many members of the diaspora, this becomes a special moment, wearing symbols of a culture they may know through family stories, but are now experiencing firsthand.

Culture That Moves

Throughout the evening, music and dance bring tradition to life. Participants witness a traditional Albanian wedding reenactment, hear the sounds of UNESCO recognized Iso Polyphony, and join in valle, the traditional circle dance that brings everyone together.

These moments often become some of the most joyful memories of the program. Laughter fills the room, strangers become friends, and participants connect through movement and celebration.

Why It Matters for OriginAL

OriginAL is about helping young Albanians from the diaspora connect with their roots in meaningful ways. That connection does not happen only in museums, institutions, or historic sites. It also happens around the dinner table, in shared songs, and on the dance floor.

Experiences like Albanian Night remind participants that culture is not only history to study. It is something living that can be felt, shared, and carried forward.

A Night Participants Remember

Many OriginAL alumni look back on Albanian Night as one of the most energizing evenings of the journey. It is where tradition feels present, community feels natural, and identity feels joyful.

Because sometimes, understanding where you come from begins not with words, but with music, movement, and the people beside you.

And yes, participants traveled to Tetovë, walked through Shkup, and stood in Manastir, at the place where the Albanian alphabet was unified. For many, these were names they had heard before, places tied to identity, language, and history.

But what defined this experience was not only where they went… It was how they experienced it.

Entering a Different Layer of Identity

Crossing into North Macedonia brought a different feeling to the journey. The language was familiar, yet the context was different. The culture felt close, yet shaped by another reality. Participants were no longer just visiting places connected to history. They were experiencing what it means for identity to live across borders. In Tetovë, through activities with local organizations, the group connected with peers who live that reality every day. Conversations moved quickly from introductions to shared understanding. Stories reflected similarities, but also differences that made the experience richer.

This was not just a visit. It was recognition.

The Structure of the Day, The Meaning in Between

Each day followed a rhythm. Mornings began with shared breakfasts. Travel brought the group from one city to another. City tours, visits, and cultural moments filled the agenda. From Tetovë to Shkup, and then to Manastir, the program created a clear path. But just like every OriginAL journey, what mattered most happened in the spaces around it. Bus rides turned into long conversations. Walks through the city extended beyond the planned route. Free time became the moment where everything started to connect.

Standing Where Language Became One

In Manastir, at the site of the Congress of the Alphabet, the experience shifted. This was not just another historical stop. It was a moment that carried weight. Participants stood in a place where language, identity, and unity were shaped in a decisive way. But the impact did not come only from the explanation or the facts. It came later. In the quiet moments after. In the conversations that followed. In the realization that the Albanian language, something so natural in everyday life, was once a question, a challenge, a decision. History became personal.

Connection Without Effort

As the days unfolded, the group dynamic deepened. Small groups formed naturally. Some explored the cities together. Others stayed back, talking for hours. Laughter, shared meals, spontaneous plans. Nothing forced, nothing scheduled. Friendships did not need time to build. They happened quickly, and they felt real. There is something about being in a place that connects to your identity, while surrounded by people who are discovering it at the same time. It creates a sense of belonging that does not need explanation.

Learning Beyond the Agenda

Every visit introduced something new. Every place added context. But understanding did not stay within the structured program. A visit in Tetovë continued as a discussion later that evening. A moment in Shkup turned into reflection the next morning. The experience in Manastir stayed with participants long after they left. Learning moved from information to meaning.

More Than a New Destination

For the first time, OriginAL expanded into North Macedonia… And this step mattered. Because it showed that the journey is not limited to one place. Identity is not tied to a single location. It exists across cities, across countries, across experiences.

This part of the program did not just add a destination… It added depth.

What Stays After

Participants will remember Tetovë, Shkup, and Manastir. But more than that, they will remember: The conversations that started on a bus and continued for days… The feeling of standing in a place that suddenly meant more than expected… The realization that identity can feel both familiar and new at the same time. These are the moments that stay.

Beyond Visits, Toward Understanding

OriginAL in North Macedonia was not only about exploring new places. It was about understanding how identity lives in different contexts. It was about meeting others who carry the same roots in different ways. It was about feeling connected, not just informed. Because in the end, the journey is not only about where participants go. It is about how each place changes the way they see themselves.

But what truly defines OriginAL does not happen only during these visits. 

It happens in between.

The Space Between the Agenda

Every day of the program follows a structure. Mornings begin with shared breakfasts. Days unfold through city tours, institutional visits, and cultural experiences. Evenings often include reflection, preparation, or group activities.

Yet, the program is designed with moments intentionally left open as “free time.” These are not empty spaces. They are where connections take shape.

Where Friendships Actually Begin

After a full day of activities, participants step out of the structured program and into something more personal. Small groups form naturally. Some walk through city streets together. Others sit for hours talking, sharing stories about growing up between cultures, comparing experiences, or simply laughing.

No facilitator leads these moments. No agenda defines them. And still, they become some of the most meaningful parts of the entire experience.

Learning Without a Schedule

Workshops, visits, and discussions introduce ideas, history, and perspectives. But understanding deepens later, in conversations that continue long after the official activity ends.

A visit to a historical site becomes a personal reflection during a late-night walk.
A discussion about identity continues over coffee the next morning.
A shared experience turns into a new perspective, shaped through dialogue among peers.

This is where learning becomes personal.

Freedom to Experience, Not Just Follow

The program creates a shared journey, but it also gives participants space to shape their own experience.

Some choose to explore cities more deeply. Some prefer quiet moments to refelct. Some engage in spontaneous activities, from dancing together to discovering local spots that are not on any official itinerary. This balance matters. Because OriginAL is not designed for participants to simply follow a path. It invites them to live it.

Moments That Stay After the Program Ends

Many participants later recall not only the places they visited, but the moments in between:

The conversations that lasted longer than expected. The friendships that formed unexpectedly fast. The feeling of belonging that arrived quietly, without effort. These moments cannot be scheduled… But they are not accidental either…They are part of what makes OriginAL what it is.

Beyond Visits, Toward Connection

OriginAL goes beyond introducing participants to places of historical, cultural, and national importance. It creates space for connection… It allows identity to be explored, not explained….It builds relationships that continue long after the program ends. 

Because in the end, what participants take with them is not only what they saw…. It is what they felt, what they shared, and who they became during those days together.

Germia Park, June 2025

Komani vibes, Albanian style

Outdoor activity by the seaside

Berat is not just another stop on the OriginAL journey. It is a place where time slows down and every step brings you closer to a story that has been waiting for centuries. For many participants, this is their first encounter with a city where history is not something you learn, but something you see, touch, and walk through.

A city that watches you back… Known as the “qyteti i një mbi një dritareve” Berat does not just stand still in history. It feels alive. As you walk through its narrow streets, past white Ottoman houses stacked on the hills, you begin to understand why this place is more than beautiful. It holds memory. It holds identity.

Participants often arrive curious. They leave connected.

More than architecture, it is a way of life… In Berat, the past and present exist side by side. From the castle where people still live today, to the quiet churches and mosques that share the same space, the city reflects something deeper, coexistence, resilience, and continuity.

Moments that stay with you… Whether it is the golden light hitting the windows at sunset, a conversation with a local, or simply sitting and taking it all in, Berat creates memories that do not feel temporary. They stay.

Berat does not try to impress you. It simply shows you who it is. And somewhere along the way, you start to see a part of yourself in it.

Prekaz is not just a stop on the OriginAL journey. It is where everything starts, and where something within you quietly shifts. For many participants, this is their first real encounter with Kosovë beyond stories, beyond family conversations, beyond what they thought they knew. And it begins here.

A place that speaks without words… Walking through Prekaz, you feel a silence that carries weight. It is not empty. It is full of history, resilience, and sacrifice. This is where the story of the Kosovo War becomes real. Not as something distant, but as something personal.

Participants often arrive curious. They leave reflective.

More than history, it is identity… Prekaz is home to the legacy of Adem Jashari and his family, whose story stands at the heart of Kosova’s path to freedom. But what makes this place powerful is not only what happened here. It is what it represents today.

Strength.

Belonging.

Continuity.

For young people from the diaspora, especially those who grew up far from Kosovë, this moment connects something that words alone cannot explain. The moment that stays with you Every OriginAL group experiences Prekaz differently, but one thing remains the same – It stays with you.

It is in the way conversations become quieter afterward.

In the way people look at each other, with more understanding.

In the way identity starts to feel more grounded.

This is why Prekaz is always our first stop. Not just because of history, but because it prepares you for everything that comes next. 

Where your journey becomes personal

OriginAL is about connection, discovery, and friendship. But before all of that, it is about understanding where you come from. Prekaz gives you that starting point. From here, the journey continues across cities, landscapes, and experiences. But something has already changed.

You are no longer just visiting.

You are reconnecting.

And it all begins in Prekaz. This blog series begins there too.

Written by Christine Swanson, 7^th Cohort (August 2025)

I went to Albania to find my roots. What I didn’t expect was to find a part of myself I never knew I was missing.

My great-grandparents were from Korçë and immigrated to the United States, but for most of my life, I knew very little about Albania or what it meant to be Albanian. I was fortunate to grow up with Mediterranean and Balkan foods and traditions, in large part because my father was adopted into a Greek family at birth. It wasn’t until much later in his life, when I was in my late teens, that he discovered he was born to an Albanian mother who had to give him up for adoption. Over time, he reconnected with his birth mother and relatives, opening a door to a heritage that had been quietly waiting for us.

Even with this new knowledge, I still felt distant from my Albanian identity. I carried both curiosity and uncertainty, wondering where I fit, and whether I had the “right” to claim a culture I had only recently learned was mine. When I discovered the OriginAL Program, I felt compelled to apply. I hoped it would help me understand what being Albanian meant for me, but I couldn’t have imagined how profound the experience would be.

Two weeks, seven cities, countless conversations, tears, laughter, and shared stories later, I learned something life-changing: identity is not only inherited. It can be discovered, embraced, and chosen with your whole heart.

The Journey Begins: Syracuse → Tirana → Prishtina

All of those thoughts stayed with me as I stood at the Syracuse, New York airport, passport in hand, watching my mom wave goodbye before I walked toward security. I didn’t know it then, but that moment was the start of a journey that would change me in ways I couldn’t yet understand.

My travel to Albania felt both surreal and symbolic. I flew from Syracuse to Detroit, then on to Paris before finally landing in Tirana. It was my first time traveling internationally alone, and between the exhaustion of long layovers and the thrill of what awaited, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement. By the time I reached Paris, fatigue hit me hard. But underneath it all, I was proud of myself for already coming this far.  

When the plane descended over the mountains of Tirana, I felt moved. The landscape felt both foreign and familiar, as my family had taken a trip to Albania a couple years prior. Stepping off the plane, I felt a rush of excitement; not only because I had finally arrived, but because this time, I wasn’t just visiting Albania. I was beginning a journey to understand where I come from.

I met my taxi driver, checked into my hotel, and tried to rest after close to 24 hours of travel. I wanted to be fully present when the program officially began the next morning. As I looked out the window of my hotel that night, the city lights of Tirana felt warm and inviting. At this point, it was really starting to sink in that I was here.

The next morning, I walked to the meeting point to join the other OriginAL participants traveling from Tirana to Prishtina. I felt nervous, questioning whether I would fit in orwould be able to resonate with the experiences of the other participants. But, this feeling didn’t last very long. As soon as I boarded the bus, the nervousness began to fade. I sat with a group of participants who immediately welcomed me. Angela, from Toronto, Canada, and Patrik, from Portugal, were the first two people I met. I remember being surprised, in the best way, that someone from Portugal had Albanian roots. It struck me for the first time just how far the Albanian diaspora reached, and how many stories, like my own, were scattered across the world.

The bus ride to Prishtina was long, especially after a full day of travel, but the beautiful views of the Albanian countryside kept me awake and filled with anticipation. Crossing the border into Kosova was a special moment for me. I had never been to Kosova before, and I felt the significance of entering a place that holds so much of our history.

When we arrived at the hotel in Prishtina, I finally met the rest of the participants. It felt surreal to stand in a room full of young Albanians from all around the world, 39 of us in total from 16 different countries, all brought together by the same desire: to connect with our roots. That evening, we attended the opening reception, where we had the chance to get to know one another and hear from OriginAL alumni. Their words stuck with me. They encouraged us to be fully present, to embrace every moment, and to create lasting bonds during the two weeks ahead. They said the program goes by quickly, and they were right!

At some point during the reception, I shared my story with several of the participants. I was a little nervous to speak about it, unsure how it would be received. To my surprise, everyone responded with such kindness and genuine emotion. Several people told me they were touched by my story, that the program felt “made for me”, and that they were inspired by the journey I had taken to get here. Their words made me feel seen, welcomed, and accepted.

We ended the night walking through downtown Prishtina, listening to live music and grabbing food from a local restaurant. Even though we had only just met, I already felt connected to the group.

Day 2 – Prishtina: Learning, Volunteering & Hearing Our Stories

Our first full day in Prishtina was packed with activities and learning. After breakfast at the hotel, we headed to the Innovation Centre Kosovo (ICK) for icebreakers to help us get to know one another better. The icebreakers filled the space with laughter, and I could already feel some of my initial nerves fading away.

After the activities, Dio, our wonderful tour guide and one of the volunteers on the trip, gave a short presentation about the Albanian diaspora, Albania’s modern history, and Kosova’s modern history. I appreciated having this context at the beginning of the program. While some parts of Albania’s modern history were familiar to me, there was still so much I didn’t know, especially about Kosova. Learning about Albania’s independence in 1912, the years of isolation under Enver Hoxha’s dictatorship, and the fall of communism in 1991 helped me better understand the country I come from. The history of Kosova was even more eye-opening for me. Hearing about the events that led to the Kosova War, and Kosova’s declaration of independence in 2008, gave me a deeper appreciation for the resilience, strength, and pride of the Albanian people.

After the presentation, we took some photos on the rooftop and then headed to lunch. On the way, I had the chance to listen to others share more detailed stories about their experiences growing up in the diaspora. Even though our countries, languages, and childhoods were different, there was a shared understanding in the way people spoke about identity; about growing up between cultures, trying to stay connected to roots that felt both close and far away. It meant a lot to hear these stories so early in the trip. I didn’t feel alone in my questions about belonging.

In the afternoon, we visited TOKA, a nonprofit organization in Kosova focused on youth empowerment and social change. We participated in their “Solidarity Action Day,” where young people work for a day and donate their wages to a cause they care about. I was paired with Lidia to work at Pasta Fasta, a local restaurant. I felt nervous at first, not only because of the language barrier (thankfully Lidia helped me out tremendously here!), but also because I had never worked in food service before. But, I was ready to try my best and take advantage of the opportunity. I really liked being able to contribute to the community in a small way. At the end of our shift, we chatted with some of the workers and exchanged stories about our lives. It was a brief moment, but one that stayed with me during the trip.

Day 3 – Prishtina → Prizren: History and a Growing Bond

Our final morning in Prishtina began with a city tour that brought us closer to Kosova’s history and resilience. Our first stop was the National Library of Kosova, a striking building with a design that immediately caught my attention. From there, we walked to the Heroinat Memorial, a monument made of 20,000 pins, one for each woman who was victimized during the Kosova War. Standing before it, I felt a stillness come over our group. It was difficult to take in the weight of what it represented, but it was also a powerful reminder of the strength, sacrifice, and resilience of the women during the war.

We continued through the city to visit the Cathedral of Mother Teresa and then the Newborn Monument, a national symbol celebrating Kosova’s independence. Seeing the monument in person, knowing how much struggle and hope it embodied, made me appreciate the pride and resilience that Kosovars carry in their hearts.

After lunch, we made our way to Prekaz to visit the Jashari Family Memorial. This was one of the hardest parts of the trip for me. We listened to a member of the Jashari family share what happened to her family during the three-day war in March 1998. Hearing her speak and standing in the place where these events unfolded was emotional in a way I wasn’t fully prepared for. Many of us were holding back tears. It was painful to imagine the reality of what happened here, and it’s a moment that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. The visit reminded me of how recent this history is, and how deeply it shaped the identity and spirit of the Albanian people.

Later in the afternoon, we boarded the bus to Prizren. The atmosphere was quieter than usual as we processed the emotions of the day. When we arrived at the hotel and later walked through the city for the first time, the soft glow of the evening lights and the sound of people talking along the river brought a gentle sense of comfort. Prizren had a warmth to it that eased the heaviness we felt. It didn’t take long before the conversations and laughter slowly returned, and I think we were all grateful to have one another to lean on.

Day 4 – Prizren: Culture, Laughter & One of My Favorite Days

Our first full day in Prizren quickly became one of my favorite days of the entire program. Prizren is often described as the cultural capital of Kosova, and from the moment we began our city tour, I could understand why. The blend of Ottoman, Byzantine, and Albanian influences gave the city a charm that was impossible not to fall in love with.

We visited the Cathedral of Our Lady of Perpetual Succour, which is believed to be where Mother Teresa’s father was baptized, and then made our way to the Sinan Pasha Mosque. The floral and Islamic motifs were beautiful, so were the baroque-style paintings that were added later on. From the mosque, we continued through the old streets of Prizren and eventually began our walk up to the Prizren Fortress.

The climb was steep, but the view that waited for us at the top made every step worth it. Standing above the city, looking out at the mountains and the river winding below, was incredible. Someone started playing music, and soon enough we were dancing, laughing, and taking photos together.

The day wasn’t over yet, as we still had outdoor activities ahead of us! We went hiking and then ziplining, which was such a fun way to let loose after a heavy emotional day before. We shared lots of laughs climbing up the mountain to reach the zipline. Waiting for our turn on the zipline turned into its own source of joy. We played games, danced, sang, and shared so many laughs. It was a day that reminded me of the beauty of simply being present and letting yourself enjoy the moment.

By the end of the night, I felt lighter. The happiness we shared throughout the day helped balance the heaviness we had felt in Prishtina and Prekaz. The mix of culture, nature, and laughter made me feel even more connected to the group, and to Kosova.

Day 5 – Prizren → Gjakovë: Grief, Strength & a Deeper Connection

Our last day in Prizren began with a quieter tone, as we prepared for one of the most emotional visits of the trip. We traveled to Krushë e Madhe, a memorial museum dedicated to the victims of the 1999 massacre. Walking through the museum, we saw personal belongings, photographs, and stories of those whose lives were taken. The weight of the history was heavy, and the room felt still as we listened to the guide describe what happened there.

It’s hard to put into words how deeply the experience affected me. Reading the stories and seeing the objects left behind made the tragedy feel painfully real. Many of us were brought to tears as we moved through the exhibit. Even though the grief was overwhelming, there was also a powerful sense of unity among us. We stood together, embracing and supporting one another through the moment. It was a reminder of the strength and resilience that runs through Albanians, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

After leaving the museum, we took time to reflect. The bus ride to Gjakovë was quieter than usual, everyone processing the emotions of the morning. Once we arrived and settled into the hotel, we gathered for a reflection activity outside. We started with some stretching led by Vlera, which helped relieve some of the heaviness we carried. Then, we sat in a circle and shared how the experience had impacted us so far.

Hearing everyone speak so openly was moving. Many of us expressed how grateful we felt to be on this journey of learning and growing together. Even though it had only been five days, it truly felt like we had known each other much longer. The shared vulnerability and comfort we found in one another strengthened our bond in a way I hadn’t expected so soon. By the time evening came, we were ready for something lighter to help us wind down a bit. We had dinner and ended the night with games and laughter back at the hotel.

Day 6 – Gjakovë: Community, Curiosity & Valle Overlooking the Lake

After an emotionally intense day, our time in Gjakovë offered a shift back toward lightness and connection. We began the morning exploring the city, starting with a visit to the old bazaar. The cobblestone streets, traditional shops, and warm greetings from the locals made the town feel especially welcoming. I enjoyed browsing the small stores and seeing the handmade crafts and souvenirs.

Next, we went to BONEVET, an innovation center aimed at empowering youth through hands-on learning in STEM. I loved seeing the creativity and passion behind the projects being developed there. It was inspiring to learn about their mission and how they were creating opportunities for young people to learn, build, and explore their interests. Seeing an organization focused on education, growth, and curiosity made me feel hopeful about the future generation in Kosova.

Lunch that day was one of my favorite memories. We ate at a restaurant overlooking a beautiful lake, and between the food, the laughter, and the dancing, it felt like such a joyful moment in the trip. We began playing music, and before long, we were all dancing valle together. Moments like this made me realize how quickly we had formed a bond with one another.

In the afternoon, we visited the Rahovec winery, where we toured the facility and learned about the winemaking process. We also tried some raki, which was a bit strong for me, but it was fun to try something so traditional to Albanian culture! Later, we visited the vineyards, tasted fresh grapes straight from the vines, and enjoyed the peaceful scenery before heading back to our hotel.

Day 7 – Gjakovë → Shkodër: Dancing on the Water & Honoring the Past

We had an early start to Day 7, waking up at 5 AM to begin our journey from Gjakovë to Shkodër! Even though we were all sleepy, there was excitement in the air because we knew the Komani Lake ferry awaited us. After grabbing quick espressos (which was becoming a familiar and necessary ritual!), we made it to the ferry port.

As soon as we boarded the ferry, any lingering tiredness disappeared. The views were breathtaking, with the mountains rising on both sides and the emerald water reflecting the morning light. What made the experience even more special was the energy on the boat. Music was playing, and before long, we were all dancing together on the deck, taking in the scenery and enjoying each other’s company. There was so much joy in that moment.

After the ferry ride, we continued our journey to Shkodër. Once we arrived, we had lunch and checked into the hotel before heading out to explore the city. One of the most meaningful stops we made was at the Site of Witness and Memory, a museum dedicated to preserving the stories of those who suffered under the communist regime in Albania. The museum had once been a prison, and walking through the rooms knowing people had been held there for speaking or acting against the regime was emotional. Learning about the extent of the surveillance, restrictions, and persecution during that era was difficult, but important. It made me reflect on how much strength and courage ordinary people had to hold on to their beliefs, identity, and humanity in such conditions.

After the museum visit, we continued with a walking tour of the city, which helped lighten the mood again. Shkodër had a lively atmosphere, and we enjoyed seeing more of its streets, cafés, and culture. That evening, we celebrated one of the participants’ birthdays, Edi’s, which brought laughter and joy back into the day. Sharing food, music, and stories together reminded me once again of how special our group had become to one another.

Day 8 – Shkodër → Gjirokastër: A Journey South & Stories of Tradition

Day 8 began with another travel day, this time taking us from the northern part of Albania all the way to the south. When we arrived in Gjirokastër, we had lunch and then met with our tour guide to explore the city. Gjirokastër, often called the “City of Stone,” had such a unique charm. The cobblestone streets, stone-roofed houses, and mountain backdrop made this town so beautiful. One of our first stops was the Ethnographic Museum, built on the site of Enver Hoxha’s birth home. The museum offered a look into traditional Gjirokastër life, with beautifully decorated rooms, household items, clothing, and the way families lived generations ago. I enjoyed getting a glimpse of the customs and traditions that shaped daily life in the region.

After the museum, we walked up to Gjirokastër Castle. The climb was worth it for the view overlooking the entire city and the valley below. The castle itself was fascinating to explore, with its stone walls, old cannons, and history woven into each corner. We took time to wander, take photos, and enjoy the scenery.

Later in the afternoon, we had some free time to explore the downtown area. The shops were filled with handmade crafts, traditional clothing, and unique souvenirs. I enjoyed browsing through them and seeing how artisans preserved their culture through their work. It was a peaceful way to end the day, slowly walking through the town, taking everything in at our own pace.

Day 9 – Gjirokastër → Sarandë: Natural Beauty, Ancient History & a Moment I’ll Never Forget

Day 9 was a day filled with beauty, history, and one of the most memorable moments of the entire trip. We left Gjirokastër in the morning and headed toward Sarandë, with a few special stops along the way.

Our first stop was the Blue Eye (Syri i Kaltër), which is a beautiful natural spring and one of the largest natural water sources in Albania. The water was so blue and clear. We took time to walk around, take photos, and soak in the surroundings.

After the Blue Eye, we continued on to Butrint, an archaeological site that holds layers of history from ancient Greek, Roman, Byzantine, and Ottoman times. We explored old theatres, baths, and stone pathways that countless people had walked long before us. One of the most special moments happened in the ancient amphitheater. As we stood in the theater, Hana sang for us, her voice filling the space with a kind of beauty that gave us chills. Listening to her sing in that historic place felt emotional and powerful, like the past and present were briefly connected through something timeless.

After our visit to Butrint, we made our way to Sarandë, a coastal city on the Ionian Sea. The hotel we stayed at was right on the beach, and seeing the clear blue water as we arrived was breathtaking. After checking in, we enjoyed a tour of the city and visited a museum that showcased Sarandë’s local culture and history. It was interesting to learn about the region and see how the coastal identity differed from the places we had visited earlier in the trip.  

Day 10 – Sarandë: Sun, Sea & Savoring the Moment

Day 10 was a much-needed day of rest and relaxation. After so many days filled with travel, learning, and emotional experiences, having a full beach day in Sarandë was amazing. Our hotel was right by the water, so the moment we stepped outside, we were greeted by the sound of waves and the most beautiful shades of blue stretching across the Ionian Sea.

We spent the day swimming, sunbathing, and simply enjoying the peacefulness of the coast. The water was clear and refreshing, and it felt amazing to swim, talk, and laugh with everyone without any schedule to follow. After such a full and emotional journey, I appreciated the chance to slow down and take in everything we had experienced so far.

There was something special about having an unscheduled day together at this point in the trip. With only a few days left, we were all aware that our time together was passing quickly. I tried to stay present as much as possible, to capture the sound of the waves and the comfort of being surrounded by people who had come to mean so much to me.

In the evening, we headed into the center of Sarandë to explore the downtown area. We walked along the waterfront, browsed local shops, and enjoyed the lively atmosphere of the city at night. It was one of those simple yet unforgettable evenings; with warm air, music playing in the distance, the sea just a few steps away, and all of us savoring the time we had left together. 

Day 11 – Sarandë → Tirana: A Full Circle Moment

Leaving Sarandë in the morning, we began our journey to the final city of the program, Tirana. As the bus pulled away from the coast, I felt a mix of gratitude and a growing sadness knowing our trip was nearing its end. The drive gave me time to reflect on how much had happened since I first arrived in Albania almost two weeks earlier. I had walked into this country with uncertainty, and now I was traveling toward our last stop with a heart full of connection, memories, and a sense of belonging I hadn’t expected to find so deeply.

When we arrived in Tirana, it truly felt like a full circle moment. This was where my journey began, where I had landed alone, nervous, and unsure. Returning with the group felt symbolic of how much had changed within me. After checking into the hotel, we headed out for a city tour. Our guide walked us through major landmarks, including Skanderbeg Square, and shared more stories about Albania’s culture and history.

One of the most impactful parts of the day was our visit to Bunk’Art2, a museum built inside an underground bunker from the communist era. The museum preserves the stories and memories of the people who lived through that time, including those who were imprisoned or persecuted for going against the regime. Walking through the dim hallways and learning more about the fear, control, and suffering people endured was emotional. Even though we had already learned about this history earlier on the trip, being inside the bunker made the reality of it especially vivid. It was sobering, and it reminded me again how important it is to acknowledge the past while appreciating the freedom and resilience of Albanians today.

After the museum, we continued exploring the city. We grabbed dinner, enjoyed our free time, and took in one of our last nights in Tirana together. Only days remained, and I could feel everyone holding on to the moments a little tighter.

Day 12 – Tirana: History, Heritage & A Night I’ll Never Forget

It was hard to believe that Day 12 had arrived. With only one full day left in the program, I woke up feeling both excited and a little emotional, wanting to make the most of every moment. We began the day with a trip to Kruja, a historic town known for its strong connection to Albanian identity and resistance.

Our main stop was the Skanderbeg Museum, located inside Kruja Castle. The museum is dedicated to Albania’s national hero, Gjergj Kastrioti Skënderbeu, who led the resistance against the Ottoman Empire in the 1400s. Walking through the museum, seeing artifacts, and learning more about his legacy helped me better understand the pride Albanians hold for their history and the courage that shaped the country’s spirit. Standing on the castle grounds, overlooking the beautiful landscape, I felt a deep admiration for the strength and resilience that has defined Albanian identity for centuries.

After exploring the museum, we walked through the charming bazaar in Kruja, browsing the traditional shops filled with handmade crafts, rugs, jewelry, and cultural items. I picked up a few souvenirs, each one carrying meaning, tradition, and a memory of this journey I will never forget.

We returned to Tirana in the afternoon to get ready for Albanian Night, something we had all been looking forward to. Albanian Night was the highlight of the trip for me, an evening dedicated to celebrating our heritage through music, dance, and tradition. We dressed in traditional Albanian clothing, and it felt incredibly special to wear something so meaningful to our culture for the first time. Seeing everyone dressed in traditional outfits made the night feel even more unifying.

We spent the night dancing, laughing, and embracing everything that makes Albanian culture so beautiful. At one point, I remember looking around the room and feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. Grateful for the people I had met, for the experiences we shared, and for the way this journey helped me connect with a part of myself I wasn’t raised with, but always carried inside me.

It was bittersweet knowing the program was coming to a close, but I tried my best to stay present, to soak in the music, the joy, and the togetherness. Albanian Night wasn’t just a celebration. It was a moment that tied together everything we had experienced; our history, our identities, our roots, and the bonds we had formed along the way.

Day 13 – Tirana: Goodbyes, Gratitude & Carrying It Forward

The last day of the program arrived much faster than any of us wanted it to. Waking up that morning felt different. There was a bit of heaviness in the air. Some participants had early flights and left right after breakfast, and saying those first goodbyes made everything feel real and was very emotional. Even though we had only known each other for two weeks, the connections we formed were very deep.

Later in the morning, we gathered for one final reflection activity. Sitting around in a circle, we took turns sharing our thoughts about the journey and what it meant to us. Listening to everyone speak was emotional and heartwarming. Many shared how the program helped them feel more connected to their Albanian identity, and how meaningful it was to learn about our history together, to laugh and cry together, and to build friendships across borders. I felt so proud of each person in that room for showing up with an open heart and embracing everything this journey had to offer.

One of the most special parts of the day was writing letters to one another. We took time to reflect on the friendships we had formed and wrote notes filled with appreciation, encouragement, and memories. I will always treasure those letters. They are reminders of the love, kindness, and connection I found on this trip. They are reminders that I am part of a community that extends far beyond this experience.

The goodbyes were hard. There were tears, long hugs, and promises to stay in touch. Even though we were all heading back to our different countries, I wasn’t as afraid of the distance as I thought I’d be. As Lirim Krasniqi, Co-Executive Director of GERMIN, reminded us, the most important part of OriginAL isn’t just the trip itself. It’s what comes after. Staying connected, supporting our communities, and continuing to discover our roots is what keeps this experience alive.

After most of the group departed, I spent one extra day in Tirana before heading back to New York. Walking through the city for the last time, I felt a mix of sadness and peace. Two weeks earlier, I had arrived unsure of where I belonged in my journey to discover my Albanian roots. Now, I was leaving with a sense of clarity, connection, and pride. This journey had given me a family across the world, a deeper understanding of my heritage, and a piece of myself I didn’t know I was missing.

Closing Reflections: What I Carry Forward

Reflecting on my OriginAL journey, I feel incredibly grateful to have experienced something so meaningful, eye-opening, and transformative. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to the organizers of the program for all their hard work in creating such an incredible itinerary and documenting our amazing journey. What began as a step into the unknown became a path that led me closer to my roots, my identity, and a community I never realized I was missing. I arrived in Albania searching for connection, and I left with so much more; new friendships, a deeper understanding of my heritage, and a sense of belonging that I will always carry with me.

This trip taught me that identity is not something fixed or measured by how much you know, the language you speak, or where you were raised. Identity can be rediscovered, nurtured, and chosen with intention. It grows through curiosity, through listening to the stories of others, through walking the land of your ancestors, and through opening your heart to the parts of yourself you haven’t discovered yet.

I hope that others who feel distant from their roots, whether by circumstance, time, or life’s twists and turns, know that it is never too late to begin your journey back. You don’t need to have all the answers. You don’t need to know every tradition or speak the language fluently. All you need is the willingness to learn and the courage to take that first step. For me, that step changed everything.

I return home inspired to continue learning the Albanian language, to stay connected with the friends who now feel like family, and to share what I’ve learned with those around me. I want to honor my heritage not only through memory, but through action; whether that’s showing up for Albanian cultural events, staying involved with the diaspora, or passing down the traditions and stories that are now part of who I am.

The beauty of OriginAL is that it doesn’t end when the trip ends. It continues through the connections we keep, the pride we carry, and the ways we give back to our communities. I will always treasure the memories. From dancing on the Komani Lake ferry, to learning about our history in Prishtina and Shkodër, to celebrating Albanian Night dressed in traditional clothing, surrounded by people who understood what my heart had been searching for.

This journey helped me find a piece of myself. One that had been waiting quietly, patiently, for me to come home to it. And for that, I will be forever grateful. Faleminderit, OriginAL! This experience has profoundly changed my life.

The journey unfolded across Korçë and its surrounding heritage sites, including Voskopoja and the Tuma of Kamenica, which together formed a full day of reflection on history, continuity, and cultural memory. Participants also traveled through Pogradec and, for the first time, the village of Lin, now under UNESCO protection, where everyday life and preservation met along the shores of Lake Ohrid.

In North Macedonia, the cohort visited Shkup and Manastir. The stop in Manastir held special meaning as it coincided with the Day of the Albanian Alphabet, offering historical context on language as a foundation of identity. The group also met with the Ambassador of Albania to North Macedonia, adding a diplomatic and institutional perspective to the journey and clarifying why these locations mattered within the broader program narrative. The visit continued in Tetovë, where local encounters connected past and present realities of Albanian life beyond borders.

Throughout the program, learning extended beyond cities and monuments. Shared discussions, encounters with local businesses and personalities, and informal moments created space for reflection and exchange. The cohort also balanced cultural and educational activities with group bonding experiences designed to strengthen trust and connection within the group, reinforcing the sense of community that defines OriginAL.

A key symbolic moment took place in Tirana, where the group was received by the President of the Republic of Albania, Bajram Begaj, ahead of 28 November. This meeting carried particular weight, as the November cohort had the opportunity to mark Independence Day together during the program. The encounter highlighted unity across borders and reaffirmed the role of the diaspora in shaping national identity and responsibility.

Cohort 8 concluded not as a closing chapter, but as a continuation. Participants returned to their lives with deeper understanding, stronger connections, and a renewed sense of responsibility toward their origin, wherever they live, work, and contribute.

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Written by Flaka Krivanjeva, a proud OriginAL alumna residing in Kosovë.

A Journey Begins: The Call of OriginAL OriginAL wasn’t just a program. It was a quiet calling, an invitation to see my homeland through new eyes. Not just my own, but through the hearts of those born far away, who love this land as deeply as I do. I walk the streets of Prishtina every day. But now, each corner holds echoes of laughter, shared stories, and the warmth of people who once stood beside me, marveling at the “NEWBORN” monument. I see them in every photo snapped by a new visitor, and I smile.

From Doubt to Belonging On the first day, I felt something stir. A spark. But also, a whisper of doubt: “Am I enough for them? Can I truly understand them?” They were young people from the diaspora, precious to our homeland, to Kosova and Albania. And I, a girl born before Kosova’s independence, raised in its streets, could I really connect with them? That fear melted the moment we began. Their respect, curiosity, and love dissolved every barrier. We became one.

Seeing My Country Through New Eyes
Every place we visited in Kosovë, glowed differently.

In Prekaz, as we stood in silence before the home of the Jashari Family, I felt a wave of pride and pain crash over me. The air was thick with memory of sacrifice, of resistance, of love for a homeland. I had been here before, but never like this. Watching the diaspora participants, some with tears in their eyes, others holding their breath, experience this sacred ground for the first time, I felt something shift. My heart swelled not just with emotion, but with a deep sense of unity. Their grief was mine. Their reverence, shared. In that moment, we weren’t separated by oceans or passports, we were one people, mourning and remembering together.

I thought I knew these places, Krushë e Madhe, Prizren, Gjakova. I had walked their streets, heard their stories, felt their pulse. But this time, everything shimmered with a different light. It was as if I was rediscovering them through the eyes of those who had only dreamed of them. I saw my home not as a backdrop to my life, but as a gift I could finally share.

At the Prizren Fortress, we gathered in a circle and began to sing “Mora fjalë.” Our voices rose into the twilight, trembling with emotion, carried by the wind across centuries of history. It wasn’t just a song, it was a prayer, a promise, a homecoming. I looked around and saw eyes closed, hands held, hearts open. In that moment, we weren’t just singing to the sky, we were singing to our ancestors, to the land, to each other. And the fortress, ancient and silent, seemed to listen.

In Rahovec, the vineyards stretched like brushstrokes across the hills—green, golden, and glowing in the afternoon sun. We wandered between the vines, plucking grapes still warm from the light, laughing like old friends. The wine was sweet, but the company sweeter. As we clinked glasses and shared stories, I realized something simple and profound: joy multiplies when it’s shared. The taste of the land, the laughter echoing between rows of vines, the feeling of belonging, it all lingered on my tongue like the finest vintage. In that moment, we weren’t just visitors. We were home.

Albania That United Us

In Shkodër, the summer evening wrapped around us like a warm embrace. The sky blushed with soft hues as we wandered through the city, capturing moments with our cameras and hearts. Every laugh echoed like music in the streets, blending with the scent of roasted corn and the hum of passing bicycles. It wasn’t just a night, it was a memory being born, stitched together by joy and belonging.  In Gjirokastër, we danced through cobbled streets that had witnessed centuries. The stones beneath our feet felt ancient, yet they welcomed us like old friends. We twirled and laughed like children set free, our steps unburdened by time or reason. It was joy in its purest form spontaneous, shared, and sacred. For a moment, we weren’t tourists or strangers. We were part of the city’s heartbeat.  In Saranda, the sea whispered stories as we rested between its waves and the rhythms of our dances. The salt clung to our skin, the breeze tangled in our hair, and the horizon stretched endlessly before us. We lay on sun-warmed stones, eyes closed, hearts open. It was peace. It was connection. It was the kind of silence that speaks volumes when shared with people who feel like home.

We experienced Kosova and Albania, the mountains and the sea, Gheg’ and Tosk’ not as separate places, but as one long, beautiful journey. And we weren’t just exploring geography, we were rediscovering identity.

And at the Tirana-style wedding during Albanian Nights, when we danced in traditional clothing, something shifted. The music pulsed through our veins, the fabrics shimmered with pride, and the circle we formed felt unbreakable. We were no longer just participants. We were a family, celebrating our roots, our unity, and the joy of being
exactly where we belonged.

A Love That Doesn’t Fade
When the end came, after the wedding where everyone looked more beautiful than ever, I felt indescribable joy. But saying goodbye was the hardest part.
How do you say “see you soon” when you fear you may never share days like these again?

A Reflection That Changed Me
When I returned home, everything was in its place, but I wasn’t.
OriginAL changed me. It taught me to understand our diaspora more deeply, their experiences, their longing, their love for our language and homeland.
Had I not joined, I would have missed so much. These people, these stories, these shared moments and a part of myself. Now when I hear anything for any of the countries that my people live around the world, I instantly think about that person from that place, what is he/she doing, do they miss us, do they feel “Mall” for Kosova and Albania…
I want to thank each one of them, for their emotions, purity and courage to come back alone and
experience our hommeland like no other time, nor people of their own families.

A Call from Kosovë to You
Dear future OriginAL Participant, if you’re reading this and have doubts about joining OriginAL, just do it, you are on the right place.
It’s a calling from your ancestors, inviting you to rediscover your land, your language, and your traditions. To laugh, to cry, to love unconditionally…. because don’t forget, “Guri i ran’ peshon n’ven t’vet.”

Have you ever felt your roots calling you home?
I’d love to hear your story.
Thank You!