Breakfast at a really pretty roadside diner deep inside Macedonia. Surrounded by snow capped mountains it feels like a quaint ski chalet.

One could almost hear my gasping arteries.  I ordered the “Royal Smoked Bacon” and Amalia picked up some fatty ribs.  With a breakfast beer this was a proper meal of champions, I just love this stuff.

The weather hasn’t been great and the forecast app my phone is completely ass backwards.  It’s been a bit chilly and rainy, especially at night.  Weird to think it was 24 degrees just a few days ago.








The local dark beer.

I ordered a dark beer and received the most tasteless dark ale in existence.  It looked like Guinness but the flavor and consistency matched the delightfulness of a Coors lite.  This was a relatively unpleasant experience.