As it’s the last full day I’m in Malta, I think it’s high time that I posted about my trip. I don’t want to go day-by-day for the sake that it’s not terribly exciting for me and I’m sure it’s the same for you.
I was greeted in Malta with brilliant sunshine and crazy wind. The wind died down a bit but the sunshine stayed – all week. It has been between 70-80 degrees every day (21-26 Celsius) and the sunshine has caused many a person in my hostel to get burnt. Myself as well. However, my burn is fading and turning into a beautiful golden brown tan. My legs didn’t get it, but I wear skirts so infrequently in Aber that that’s fine.
The people are friendly, minus a few bus drivers. When I was on the bus to Marsaxlokk I dropped my water bottle and it went skittering across the bus. One woman snatched it for me and another offered me tissues to wipe it off. Seriously nice people! I rank them as the nicest Europeans I’ve met and potentially the nicest people ever. The Canadians are having a battle for first, though.
The food… carb heaven someone called it. And they are 100% right. You learn to live off of pasta or pizza simply because that’s what’s around. But the produce is amazing. I’ve eaten eggplant, avocado, something like a cross between a zucchini and a squash and strawberries that were all so, so fresh. I have probably eaten a gallon of strawberries in my time here. I’ve got a pint left for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow. That, and some Gozo honey. Gozo honey is usually made with bees that use thyme plants. Let me just say that that honey is the honey of the gods!
The scenery – someone described it as California scrub-brush land. I think it’s like Sardinia or Ibiza or maybe some pictures I’ve seen of Israel. They use their white limestone which is really a golden color, and these balconies that are wooden and usually painted in Georgian green (yes, as in King Geroge VI). They often look like they are in need of power-washing so Malta can look run-down if you aren’t paying attention. (The roads certainly are!) But it is such a beautiful, calm country. Not a lot of sand, instead rock ledges that you climb in and out of the sea on.
And the water is the color… so beautiful, I can barely describe it. A turquoise at times, a blue at others, that is so saturated that you feel like your eyes might just burn out.
The hostel is friendly – we’re very much like a family. Yesterday there was a barbeque on the roof and so a bunch of us were sitting on the long, comfy bench built into the wall, talking about where we’ve been and our experiences. It was a little chilly, but wonderful. Especially since it was the first burger on the grill I’ve had in forever.
I’ll tell you all about each city I’ve been to in time, but I think one of my hostel-mates wants the computer.