Valletta, Malta
My mother and I have been travelling together for many years. We started in Canada, to Prince Edward Island and road trips around the East Coast; soon we were off to England and Scotland, to Morocco, to Iceland, to Egypt and Spain and Borneo. “Where shall we go next?” I once asked her. “Malta?” she said, and so we went.
It was a trip that merits its own write-up, its own photos and stories, but I found myself thinking of Valletta today for some reason, thinking of its stepped streets and colourful doorways, of coffee in the square, old yellow buses, pastizzi for breakfast and pizza for lunch, views of the sea from the walkways near crumbling fortresses. I always have an amazing time when I travel with my mum.
“Where shall we go next?” I asked her recently. “The Trans-Mongolian Railway?” she said, and so we will go.
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Oh. As soon as I saw that first photo, I knew this would be about Malta – that religious imagery everywhere is so distinctive!! I definitely miss pastizzi and those honey ring cakes…too bad there aren’t really any Maltese bakeries outside the country 🙁
Mmm the honey ring cakes!
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I love reading other people’s impressions about my country Malta! As it is a very small country, many people have never heard of it, let alone visited it. Glad to know you enjoyed it 🙂
Btw the bright yellow buses are no longer in use now 🙁
Martha – Yes, we loved Malta! I’m so sad that the buses are no longer running, though…