All along the highways, we passed tons and tons of these little blue, green, and yellow boxes with rocks holding down their lids. I had no idea what they were until we started passing dozens of little roadside tents, manned by one person selling jars and jars of fresh honey. Bee houses!!!
Sometimes they would have a few other beeswax products or maybe some dried lavender, but it was the honey that got us to pull over and pull out the cash. We got a little jar of cloudy fresh honey in a short glass jar. Miraculously that honey made it all the way back to Spain with us, where it was promptly forgotten in a gross hotel room in Madrid. But we ate a bit of it almost every day during the trip in Albania and it was delicious. Only the fresh fig jam at our hotel in Gjirokastra could beat it!.