I’m not going to lie. I have favourite countries.
I know. So many travel bloggers* insist that they don’t have a list of favourite countries. ** My list consists of five countries. Canada, of course, is number 1. Nicaragua is the second on the list. Third is Italy. And fourth. Fourth is Malta. The fifth is Cuba. In case you were wondering.
Malta is a small country located south of Italy, a tiny nation in the Mediterreranean sea. It is an archipegalo of islands, in which only three are inhabited: Malta, Gozo and Comino.
I’m not going to lie. I didn’t know Malta was a country until I moved to Italy. One day, after discovering RyanAir, I stumbled across a flight from Bologna to Malta for 7 euros. 7 freeking euros. Ok, so it cost about 20 euros to take a train and then a bus to the airport but still.
We booked it. We had no idea what Malta was. But it looked beautiful and it was cheap. And we were hungry. So it was the perfect place.
Was it ever! Malta is stunning. It is like this tiny country of perfection. Also, Malta is where I got some of my favourite photos. And favourite food. And it was so cheap! We would get pizza for like 50 cents. The bus would cost 67 cents. The second time we went to Malta, the bus cost $1.10. Still fairly reasonable. Also, the second time we went, we stayed above a strip club.
The capital city itself is stunning. Buildings withered away. Streets that haven’t changed in years. My friend and I even took in a dinner and a show that talked about the history of Malta. It had been conquered quite a few times. The food, culture and language reflect this. Sometimes, it would seem more Italian than anything else. Now that I look back on it, I can feel traces of Istanbul. The ruins were older than the pyramids and it brought such an interesting look at this tiny country. I mean, how many other people have heard about Malta? (Except for the British – every other person we met was British) (And except for people who watch Game of Thrones – which I heard was filmed here)
Malta is also the place I did hooka for the first time. I ate rabbit stew and grilled octopus (before my vegetarian days). My friend and I went on a jeep safari that brought us so close to the edge of a cliff (I think our tour guide was still drunk from the night before.) We found the most delicious Indian restaurant. In fact, we went so many times on our two trips there that the owner started recognizing us. “My Canadian girls!” He would shout this from the restaurant while we were on the street. The second time we went to Malta, I had a different flight and arrived later than my friends. They got Indian food and returned with takeout.
Nothing spectacular happened in Malta. I didn’t meet a boy. But I did fall in love. With everything in the country. I just couldn’t get over how gorgeous it was. Since I’ve gotten Lightroom and experimented with photo editing, I’ve been so happy to go back in my memories and look through all my photos. I also like to tell everyone about Malta. I hope that as a I learn more about photo editing and website design, I can post more about my travels that happened before I got this blog. It’s a nice keepsake.
*I don’t consider myself a travel blogger, but I read tons of travel blogs.
** They have been to a lot more countries that I have and more often. Maybe if I did the same, I wouldn’t have a list.