the maltese holiday

As I sit writing this it is difficult to tell the difference between myself and a tomato. Both a tomato and myself share the same red, shiny exterior. My sunburn, however, is worth it for the Maltese holiday I had this past weekend.

I have discovered that no one outside of Europe knows where/what Malta is. So please, let me enlighten you. Malta is an island on the Mediterranean Sea between Italy and Africa. They used to be part of Sicily a really long time ago but then the icebergs broke it off...or something like that. Most of the people who live there are from Italian or Greek descent. They speak a language that they have invented and is spoken no where else in the world. It has beautiful coasts and the clearest water I have ever seen. The middle of the island, however, leaves a lot of be desired. In fact it quite resembles what I would imagine the middle east to look like.

The oldest Cathedral in the whole world is in Malta. We went and walked around it on our first morning there and were in awe of how something so beautiful could be built without any modern machinery. Mdina, the historic area of Malta, was full of buildings like this...and people in historic costumes trying to convince you to buy into their touristy gimmick. Those who were not in costumes were bathing nude on the beach - which was quite the surprise! We were lucky enough to be there during Malta's huge summer jazz festival which took place right on the shore of the sea.

After convincing the worker at a water sports rental company to take us out on a boat for free and spending hours sunbathing on the beach we made the excruciating long trek back to London. I opened my bedroom door at 3:30 am and left again at 8:30 am to head to work. Needless to say coffee has been my best friend for the past two days.