live travelling

Malta is my homevillage. This country doesn’t care much about you. In this atmosphere of rational ignorance you either love it from first breath, sight, sip or you leave it disappointed. I went there several times. I must admit this addiction. You can call it maltaholism. Come there in summer – it is recommended for first visit. It will feel like first date for you. You will feel like at any other resort – feeling which accompanies first flirting session. Seashores – cut in the rock or sandy beaches – will welcome you; all sort of green and blue Mediterranean water will pull on. You can take solo motor boat with no big deal – yes, they will find you in case you decide to run away. You will sit in café outside sipping coffee with ftira – Maltese bread which also shows at the beginning its negligent attitude – burned dark shell but with soft fluffy crumb. Then do this second date. But come in spring. April is the best month I can name. You will be surprised with changes in scenery. This is the time when you need to wake up early as local, stand in regular morning traffic jam which does exist in Malta and forward to Mdina. First there will be heavy walls of city-in-city. You will step in this ancient silence. Yes, there do live people. But no, you will not be sure about the fact when wandering around. There are no excessive details, there are buildings and cats if the second will decide to appear on public. Feel all the past with its war and peace, breathe it slowly. Then go to view point and stand there dreaming above the valley of Malta. Cafe is right next to it – to mix material and nonmaterial. And it even can offer you sandwich before open hours – based on my experience as an always hungry traveller. But if you slowly exit this city of sleeping beauty and head straight and then right, there will be Crystal Palace which is not a palace at all. It is the best place to come early morning or evening and grab fresh baked crusty flavory pastizzi with ricotta cheese or peas and be prepared to eat greedily. Hear local men speaking Maltese language – it does deserve listening, it is not melody as someone expects to hear being in the country near Italy. It sounds all in one – partly Arabic, partly all Western European languages in one. Enjoy your moment of dolce far niente. And order Kinnie as a pair to your pastizzi – this Maltese drink is like everything on Malta – it is bitter sweet.