I want to come back to Peshtani. It's a small village by the lake with nothing to do. It does not have a proper beach, and the one I went to, actually, the one which was in front of our guesthouse was 2 meters wide and full with fishing boats and people. It was not sandy. There were pebbles on it, some of them could really hurt your back when lying or ankles upon entering the clear cold Ohrid water.
I don't miss the water as much as I miss the sky and the willow. This is what I saw when I finally managed to lay on the pebbles, put my headphones on and drift away into my idea of heaven coming true.