Hitchiking & Old Friends

For someone who has an embarrassing sense of direction, it is amusing to see what kind of situations I find myself in when I have absolutely no idea where I am going. Take for example yesterday, I made an appointment in Attard to get my eyebrows done and according to Google Maps it said that it was 1.8 kilometres from the residence. In the morning when I went for my run I thought that it would be a good idea to try to run to the place which would kill 2 birds with one stone: first of all I would be exercising and second of all I would know where the place was when it was time for me to go there for my appointment. Let’s just say the only benefit that I had was the exercise since the first direction that Google gave me didn’t match up with the streets... yes that’s right, I’m blaming the streets for not being laid out properly. Did you think I was going to take full blame? But anyway as a side note, after giving up trying to find the place I was looking for, I ended up running around aimlessly just trying to remember landmarks so that I could get back to the residence. As I was doing so, I stumbled upon my grandfather’s old house, so that was really special for me. Later, after I showered and it was time to head to Attard, I hopped on a bus and asked the bus driver to just let me know when to get off which he was nice enough to do. The only problem was that although I was in Attard, I literally had no idea where I was supposed to go from there.

So me being me, I wandered around and asked for directions. The first person I asked was a girl crossing the street who was about to have a driving lesson. Between her and her instructor, they decided that they knew where the place was and said they would take me. Shwing! Listen, I know hitchhiking and talking to strangers is not the best idea at times, but I think exceptions can be made. On a weird note, the back of the instructor’s head looked like my grandfather’s... just saying. Even though things weren’t accomplished the way I originally intended, I think it was better in the end- I exercised, had a couple nostalgic moments, got dropped off in front of where I needed to go without having to pay taxi rates, and got my eyebrows tamed. I’m not complaining with that.

Earlier on in the week I was contacted by a friend from my 2006 exchange to London; Donna told me that she was going to be in Malta on holiday with her boyfriend (now fiancé – congrats you two!) and that we should meet up. It was really great to see her and it was great to know that although a lot of time had passed, we were able to pick up right where we left off. So that was a really unexpected but welcomed surprise; I’m sure both of us would have agreed that we would meet again sometime but we wouldn’t have guessed that it would be in Malta. I guess you just never know when or where you’ll bump into a friend.