myMaltese Exile

The kingdom of the sun and pink flowers. This is my final and definite impression of the place. I have to admit I would not make a perfect Maltese citizen. I though do promise to be back in the ancient ages and middle walls.

Magnificence and incompleteness one is left afterwards enslaves. And the truth is I could not acknowledge the satisfaction of being there covered by cloudy sand and coloured seaweed back then. The relentless heat was exhausting me and the alcohol put too much pressure.

we could stay there and never come back

Valletta did impress me with its atmosphere, its garden, and its views. It did as well carry a conventionally aesthetic vibe of the capital. A popular place where you go to the National war museum, walk down the narrow architecture and along the green doors.

Then you accidentally happen to be stuck in the crowd, watching football and smiling back at an attractive waiter. Having become sober again, you can decide to have a swim. Oh well, it's an easy access to the sea, babe! You may be lost in the depths of other banana ideas but you will never run out of the local opportunities presented to your unstoppable craziness.

we could stay there and never come back

Mdina made me stand in awe of its rich cinematographic history and flowered walls.