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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

... might have even had a slight sway to them. (He reckons that was just the roll of the ship! &#8211; or the eighty year old American lady that had a hold on him). <br><br>The Cabin steward knew the meaning of service, you could hardly leave the room before he was in again with replacement towels or tidying. Each night when the kids arrived back at their room he had made a white towel into some kind of animal. These workers get so little time off ...

... 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 ...

... only squeeze one night in just due to trying to finding flights where ultra cheap airfares worked out. You know by now how much I like the el cheapo Ryanair specials so Malta and Pisa are jumping off points to get me back t the Balkans this week.<br><br>I covered pretty much the whole island by citybus and where else can a bus built in the late 1940s fling you over potholes and around sharp curves while listening to the driver blast Culture ...

... eats salami for breakfast anyway? I guess I do when they're giving it away. My room in Malta is cramped and cold for over $40, but the service is good and so's the wi-fi, but only in common areas. The water's so hot it vapor-locks, making me want to **** in the sink I'm so cold. But Malta's great. I had no expectations, so was pleasantly surprised. Still I hope to hang in Athens a while. I'm on solid ground now, no choke points, so no rush. See you there.

... nagyon beszél angolul (ami elég furcsa erre felé), úgyhogy személyesen az elnökkel beszéltem (Magyarországon nem nagyon fordul ilyen elõ, ha egy turista felhívja bármelyik zsinit is). Nagyon örült, rögtön kérdezte, hogy nálunk mennyi zsidó van (negyed annyi, mint ahányan Máltán élnek) és rögtön meghívott a szombati imára. Mondta, hogy nagy szerencsém van, mert csak kéthetente van reggeli ima, péntek este meg semmi sincs, ráadásul most Bar Mitzvah is lesz. Kiderült ...

... understanding of why they are the person they are. My evening consisted of gathering around the family table of my uncle Leo and aunty Julie's house, sharing 2 plates of pastizzi and playing a few games of Scrabble. It was a fitting end to my holiday here in Malta, because whilst I have enjoyed so many aspects of my time here, including falling in love with the country and its people, the one thing that has stood it apart from every trip I have ever had before in my life has been the ...

With my time here in Malta drawing to a close I wanted to head to Valletta for the last time today, to walk those streets and strengthen the imprint of that magical place into my mind, I wanted to remember it as well as I could. I would also take the opportunity to purchase a list of gifts for both my family back home and my Maltese family. They have gone well above and beyond what you would expect and I wanted to thank them somehow. As I have alluded to in my ...

... street with cobblestones and hanging flowers, and very very quiet. It was a nice moment for me, as I felt I had just fulfilled a requirement of my life. So what did I do? Of course, I rang Mum. She was delighted to hear from me particularly due to where I was calling from. She described to me the police station opposite, and the St Francis School, so there was no mistaking where I was. It was a truly magical moment. The house is not actually a house anymore, and has been ...

... way he cracked jokes and nearly killed my mom with his terrible driving. He forgot to break until the last minute and my mom nearly went flying through the windshield. "Sorry," he muttered, "it is hard to talk and drive at the same time." But he then continued to chatter on just as before. From then on the passenger's seat was called the "death seat" and we'd pick straws to see who was going to sit there. Mdina was the home of the Maltese aristocracy throughout ...