Besa, a 5-year-old girl, packed her bags with glee. She was off to Kosova, as happy as can be! From her home in the USA, she was ready for her summer stay. The plane touched down, the air was warm. Her gjyshë hugged her, arms like a storm.
First to Prishtina, the city so bright. With busy streets and cafes in sight. They walked to the sheshi where flags were held high. Besa smiled as they waved in the sky. The adventure had just begun.
Then off to Rugova, the valley so green. With mountains taller than she'd ever seen. She hiked with her cousins, laughing all day. Splashing in streams, enjoying their play. At night in Peja, under stars that gleamed, they ate flija, just like she dreamed!
Next was Prizren, with streets made of stone. They climbed the castle, so high in the air. Then came the day she’d waited so long to visit Gjilan, where she felt so strong. She rode horses at Vali Ranch, feeling the breeze. Her summer in Kosova soon would end, but she knew in her heart, she’d come back again.