Gorgianis Hotel 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

... the madness of the old Souk. The Souk is a rabbit warren of narrow streets lined with shops off all kinds, with every owner vying for custom. We walked past yet another vendor yelling &#8220;hello American, Dutch&#8221; and when didn&#8217;t reply pointed to Ryan and said &#8220;Mr Bean, Hey you Mr Bean, come and buy&#8221; we laughed and laughed and on our way back through pointed and referred to him as Mr Bean again. Chris tried to ...

... without her. She speaks no English and I&#8217;m starting to envision the scenario when she is left behind. She didn&#8217;t want to come with us because she was tired after the Montserrat tour and she was already mad at Juju for bringing her. I run back to the cathedral where Juju last saw her and I come back without finding her. Somehow she just shows up a few minutes later. Later we head to a museum and into a theater to hear ...

... in French and kept pointing to my backpack so I just gave him our own homegrown version of the finger wag that we use from time to time and walked off. What is it with them? These French people just need to handle their own business and leave me alone.<br><br>Across a narrow inlet is a town called Vittoriosa and it looked interesting enough for me to figure out how to get there. Somehow I managed to find another Maltese version of a chicken ...

... of it barbeque party.<br><br>Two days after returning from Egypt, we had an American party at the residence. The day before I hung out with the girls making decorations for the party. The party was a huge success. There was plenty of food - potato salad, hot dogs, baked beans, potato chips, fries, rice krispies treats, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Jello shots and Jungle juice. And tons and tons of beer, kept cold in trash cans filled with water and frozen bottles of water as ...

... on closer inspection they were actually still alive! We stop at a stall selling imqaret (pastries, filled with mashed dates, fried and served to you hot, it was our first one, it won't be our last - yummy!! Further down there is a seating area in the market, directly in the sunshine where drinks are being sold, so we order a coffee and a hot chocolate, sit down and relax, watching the world go by. Loud music is emanating from somewhere, so we go to investigate - it turns ...

... rendeltünk 4 adag ételt. Amikor a pincércsaj kihozta az étkészleteket én épp a mosdóban voltam. Megkérdezte, hogy két szendvics és két pasta? Anyu mondta, hogy igen. Erre a csaj letett három ev&#337;eszközt az asztalra, amikor 4 pohár volt ott 4 féle itallal, majd amikor anyu kért még egy adag ev&#337;eszközt, akkor megkérdezte, hogy minek... No comment... Ja, és amikor a strandról jöttünk haza akkor csak a 3. buszra fértünk fel. Az els&#337; pont ...

... get ourselves into). So we found out there was no direct bus down there so we had to jump on a bus to Valleta and then transfer, should take like a hour or so. Once we got within the city border, we realized that Carnaval was not something to skip out on, so like any good travelers, we all jumped off the bus and headed into the most amazing day(period)... it is the biggest holiday in malta and it is amazing. Pictures are the only way to describe this ...

... Before I even found my room, two young Aussies, one of whom was half Maltese himself met me, and before I new it I was in Paceville, the cluster of pubs, clubs and restaurants in the heart of St Julians. I wasn't up for a big night though. I had a job interview the following morning, and after a plate of spinach ravioli and a pint of 'Cisk' I called it an evening. My interview at the 'Elanguest' English school in St Julians, just 15 minutes walk from my hostel, went swimmingly and ...

... the walls is a strange place and an inward-looking populace, which is to be expected given the uniquely colourful history of this isolated nation. More on that later. Valletta is a hard place to picture and imagine. Everything is built with the warm yellow limestone of the island and it's all on a large scale. Think grand cathedrals ...