It has come to my attention that 1) because I’ve only posted once since I’ve moved to Albania and 2) all I do on Facebook—besides roll my eyes at peoples’ First World Problems—is upload pretty pictures of mountains and trees and goats, some of my friends and family back home have come to the conclusion that I’m kickin’ it in the Balkans just to sightsee and hang out with attractive, intelligent people. Although I’ve seen some sights during the month I’ve been here, and Peace Corps does give us time to have some fun, and the Volunteers in Group 16 are ridiculously good-looking and talented, I can tell you I’m definitely not on vacation. Pre-Service Training is hard. Albanian is hard. Living with host families is hard. Being tired and sick and cold and eating weird food and showering over the toilet is hard. There are days when I’ve wanted…