From Rome to Home

This post is slightly overdue but I've been really busy the last few days. I left Malta on Thursday and spent one night in Rome. When I got to my hotel, I found out that they had a shuttle service into the city which I took advantage of because I wanted to explore a bit and get some nice pictures. I had some time to kill before the next bus left so I decided that I would map out the things I wanted to see. Since my map-reading skills are awful, I managed to only get to the Coliseum and back two hours later to catch the bus. I of course got lost and found myself running through the streets frantically asking people if they could help me - no one could since they didn't speak English. Anyway I got to the bus with just a few minutes to spare but if I had been just a tad later I would have had to wait two more hours to catch the next bus since the bus I managed to catch was filled to capacity just a couple minutes after I got on. Close call. Anyway, needless to say, Rome is beautiful; I wish i had had more time to see it but I guess that means I'll have to go back again. 

Anyway, I caught my flight the next day and nine hours later I had landed in Toronto and was on my way back to my house to surprise my parents who thought I was coming home on Saturday. The look on their faces was priceless. 


It is nice to be home to see family and friends but I do miss walking seven steps out of my flat to the pool and seeing what people are up to. Thank you to everyone who made my stay in Malta so enjoyable, I am sure that our paths will cross again soon and I look forward to it. I wish you all the best, take care and keep in touch.

Even though I still don't know Maltese I will close this blog with a phrase that I picked up:
Alllrighhhhtttt? Seee youuu, ciao. 

Cultural Differences

Even though I've been here for nearly nine months and my time abroad is about to come to an end, I still seem to encounter cultural differences quite often. Take for example on Monday when I went to the hospital to figure out why my eye was bloodshot (hot, I know), I waited for about two and a half hours and while I was waiting (read sleeping against a wall) I was kindly awaken by a nice woman offering me a cookie and juice. Naturally I accepted the offer and then went back to sleep until my name was called. I think that a waiting room is an interesting place to make observations about people; in comparison Maltese waiting rooms are much different than Canadian ones. Seeing as it is such a small country, I suppose that people are bound to know each other or at least have a friend in common so conversations strike up easily and the room tends to get pretty loud - it actually becomes difficult to hear your name being called at some points.

Fast forward to today when I went back to have a follow up appointment; I arrived early to avoid waiting as long I had on Monday. Once again I found myself  people watching and at around 8:00 a man came into the room and I heard a woman tell her son that George was here. I figured that she probably just knew him by chance. Instead, I soon found out that George who is 86 years old comes to the hospital everyday to give small sermons in each ward. At first when he started to talk I thought hmmm okay people know this guy, it's cool that he's taking over the place but then I quickly realised we were in a mini mass session and I found myself doing the sign of the cross and pretending to understand what he was talking about. He took about ten minutes to get his message across and then carried on his merry way. On the one hand I was shocked to see this taking place mainly because it would never happen at home, but on the other hand since Malta is such a Catholic country everyone almost seemed relieved that they were able to pray a bit together to get rid of their guilty conscience for having not been able to go to church in the morning due to their optical ailments. Who's to say whether its right or wrong, as for me, I prefer a cookie and juice. 

Scootin Around

One day last summer I said to my parents that I think it would be fun to get a little scooter to ride around Malta on just for fun. My dad’s face went white with panic and he told me that I should never drive in Malta. Technically I’ve stayed true to my word but when a couple friends asked if I wanted to rent scooters to explore Malta and Gozo, I couldn’t turn down the offer. After all, I wasn’t the one driving anyway.  Four of us on two bikes spent two great days wandering around with a semi-plan of what we wanted to see. We spent about 9 hours exploring each day; on the first day touring around Malta we saw Popeye Village, Paradise Bay, the Dingli cliffs, stopped for some gelato in Pretty Bay and then ended up in Marsaxlokk and St. Peter’s pool. 

Popeye Village

Paradise Bay

Lookout Point

Dingli Cliffs

Marsaxlokk

St Peter's Pool

On our second day, just as we got to the Gozo ferries, mine and Ditte’s bike broke down but thankfully we found a man who had magic hands and was able to fix our bike and we were soon on the next ferry over to Gozo. We stumbled upon a great find – Slug’s Pool – which seemed to be the place to be for scuba divers. We took a break there and jumped off the cliffs and soaked up some rays. Later we went to Xlendi for gelato (you may notice a trend between both of the days) and to check out the sites. We capped off the day in Marsalforn and the Azure window. Needless to say, we were very busy. I think the last two days have been the best two days of my stay in Malta.  Being able to explore places that we normally can’t see because buses don’t run there or we don’t have the freedom (or will to walk) to get there, renting the scooters was a great way to explore new sites and revisit some old ones as well.

Slug's Pool 

Xlendi

Azure Window 

Done done and done

Sorry that I didn’t write anything last Sunday but I was a bit busy studying for exams; I wrote my last exam today and I wish I could say that it feels great but to be honest after doing work every day for the last eight months, it feels like I should be doing something right now instead of hanging out by the pool for hours on end. To keep myself busy, I decided to bake some cookies. Tomorrow I’m going to head over to Comino but for the days to follow until I go home, I’m not too sure what I’ll do but I’m sure it will involve a cycle of tanning, swimming, eating, sleeping and going out.

In other news, after living here for nearly a year, for the first time I had a female bus driver.  I realise that for the majority of people reading this blog, this is not a big deal but if you saw the bus drivers here, you’d understand why I think it’s such a big deal. 

Other than that, I don’t really have much else to report. Hope everyone’s doing well.