The sleep was welcome after we got settled.
The island of Malta is fascinating. Day One took us into Valletta where we missed the rain by seconds. The downpour was welcome, according to our host, but we were not inclined to be drenched so we joined with dozens in that non-American habit of savouring a late morning coffee under an umbrella. The town is full of touristas from the two mega cruise liners docked in the harbour.
Britain’s centuries’ long influence is still quite clear and I am impressed by the strength and resilience of Maltese culture. The language is still spoken in as we walked the streets, along with German, Italian, Arabic, and English.
The architecture, as I noted to Andy, is so similar to Spanish buildings during the glory years of that culture. No apparent Spanish influence so it must be the era. Sure, there is also new mixed with old but the pride of Maya’s history is obvious everywhere.
Andy tells us this is a very Catholic country: lots of churches and forts.
Unfortunately, I am having challenges downloading my photographs. I DO have a couple from the balcony to tide you over.
This is looking due north from al Naxxar as it appears on the balcony, the Med appearing insignificant here but, this most definitely is an island.
This below is looking towards Sicily sixty miles to the northeast.
More to follow. Thank you for sharing this beautiful multinational, cultural, geographical icon with me today as I appreciate each of you reading Actions Create Consequences.
Be well and be safe. FIN
Beautiful pix!
We were surprised to find that Malta is very different from Sicily. The colors are different, the food, the people. And only 60 miles apart. We forget that until relatively recently, that 60 miles was an ocean apart!