Burlington Saint Julian's

I've just popped over to Malta for a day &amp; a bit (as you do!) to say a quick hello / goodbye to my parents (and bring them lots of goodies over for the last time in a while).<br><br>The weather is a little warmer than the UK, but not as warm as it's going to be in a week's time (ha ha ha).<br><br>Anyway, I'll keep this blog short so ciao for now!<br><br>Anita x

... He went on to say and I quote &#8220;Those Italian&#8217;s they are just s&#8212;t&#8221;. At that stage thought it was time to take our leave, hoping the next unsuspecting visitors waiting to get in weren&#8217;t Italians. We left port at sunset and the views over the city, with the beautiful, unusual cloud formations, made for a spectacular exit.<br><br>Sicily<br><br>Not on our list of places to return to. Grimy, full of rubbish but to be ...

... oasis of greenery that looks over a view to the island&#8217;s waterfront. She tells us we have a fifteen minute break, but when the time is up I don&#8217;t see her return. Mom is the only one of us who hears her say that we are to meet at &#8220;San Francisco&#8221; a narrow street that runs up a steep hill like those in San Francisco.<br><br> We follow her into the St. James Co-Cathedral and she hands out personal amplifiers to ...

Tuesday February 10th was a national holiday in Malta celebrating Paul's shipwreck on the island and the subsequent conversion to Christianity. We started the day at St. Paul's Bay in the northern part of the island and saw the Church of St. Paul's Bonfire where it is believed that Paul landed on the island and, well, lit a fire when he go there. We walked around the bay enjoying the sunshine and relative warmth of the afternoon. It had been colder than ...

... just a short distance away.  So we went.  We never did find the ruins, and it didn't end up being such a short walk after all (we walked 17 km that day), but we arrived in the town of "Xewkija" and the church of St. John, the Baptist.  (Prior to this trip, I never gave much thought to whether St. John referred to John the Baptist or to John the Eangelist/John the Beloved.  Now, having seen many, many things dedicated to "St. John", it is something we regularly check, and we are ...

... the entire city, as i did), more small market places, more accidental bus routes that end me up in some random part of the city(Rabat, in the northwestern hills, with beautiful 18century buildings built into the side of the city with churches every block) and some really fun clubs/nightlife(a club on the twenty second floor of the hilton building which overlooks nearly the entire island and gives you amazing views as you dance the night away). But i must say that even ...

... Three Cities and learn more about the Great Siege, perhaps because I knew so little about the cities and the important historical event that happened there before I came to Malta. Seeing them made me appreciate Valletta even more, and I hoped the throngs of tourists who were now coming to Malta might not be enticed by what I saw in the Three Cities, so it can retain it's charm and character for the locals and few visitors who make it over that way.

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Day 10 (9 of the Cruise): Valetta, Malta I awoke early.... 5 a.m. ... Wide awake. SO o grabbed the lap top and headed up on deck to write (I'm working on more than this travelogue) and watch the sun come up. I lasted about 45 minutes, then headed back to bed! HA! I did see the Dawn break, the sky lighten, but didn't wait for the sun. Bed and snuggling lasted all of 10 minutes, and then I headed back out and to coffee. I was on ...

The trip has begun. It's 7pm. Brian is showering in the impossibly small bathroom. I'm ready for bed with a space heater turned on high and the brown hotel coverlet snug at my throat. Our backpacks are stacked in the wardrobe with the travel guide on top. Although the four-hour layover was tediously grueling, especially starting the trip on the red-eye and now with the time change, I am thankful we chose to travel the slightly more expensive route via Heathrow and not Gatwick ...