So it’s nearly been three months since I’ve been in Malta and I’m really proud of myself for learning the language. Ok that’s obviously a huge lie since I don’t think I’ve learned as much as I could have if I didn’t have a couple degrees to figure out. However, I have taken to pretending I know what people are saying to me when they speak to me in Maltese. For example, on Friday I was looking for a new coat for London since I don’t want to freeze my ass off- yes they sell coats here it’s not always warm- and they didn’t have my size so my roommate kindly went to ask if they could check for another coat and despite the fact that she asked in English, the sales associate promptly returned and immediately spoke to me in Maltese and told me she didn’t have the coat I was looking for. It’s easy enough to tell when someone is saying something positive or negative so I just rolled with it and said, “Oh you don’t have it? That’s okay.” Even yesterday, when I went for my run, I tried to go a different way and I got a little lost- of course I did- and then this sweet man told me to just go back a little bit and take the first right. At least that’s how I decided to translate it and he was right anyway so no complaints there. 

Anyway, I’m very excited to be coming home in a week, although I am slightly nervous about the cold. Of course I’ve grown up in Canada so temperatures below zero don’t scare me but my Mediterranean blood hates the cold. If I think it’s cold when its 10 degrees here how am I going to deal with minus 8? I guess I’ll just have to hibernate and only go out when necessary. Hope most of you have recovered from snow burial and I can’t wait to see everyone, love to all.

Not looking forward to this temperature difference