Spring Break continued..Malta (don't worry I'll post a map)

I’m sure you’ve all been wondering what I did for the second week of my spring break…and for the two weeks since then…but I’m a little backed up on schoolwork (I don’t know when I started having homework and exams) and a little behind on sleep so I took a short break from blogging.  My apologies, I promise to update you in full eventually.  But let’s get back to spring break. 

From April 25-28 I went to Malta.  Not originally on my list of places to see, but Stephanie’s uncle has an apartment there which we more or less got to stay in for free so with the promise of lodging gratuity, we all booked flights on janky airlines to the little country of Malta, which awesomely enough is not in the Schengen Zone so I got a stamp on my passport.  Woowoo.

Being the lovely hostess she is, Stephanie had a driver pick us up at the airport and upon our arrival she had breakfast waiting on the table, complete with PEANUT BUTTER (the French don’t do pb)!! We all went a little crazy and three jars of peanut butter may or may not have been consumed that weekend.  It wasn’t that warm, but we were all sick of sight-seeing so we donned our swimsuits and went to the ocean and laid on some rocks for a few hours while the natives wondered why we were out there while it was cold.  The rest of the night was relatively low key: grocery shopping, made dinner, and then hung out until bed. 

Day two was supposed to be beach day but it turned into beached day when opened the windows to discover rain.  After trying to wait it out, we ventured out with our umbrellas, hoping it would clear up before we reached the beach.  Wrong.  It rained harder.  We took cover in a small café so we could nibble on appetizers and use the free wifi.  Really late in the afternoon it finally cleared up and we got an hour on the rocks once again.  We returned home to make fajitas and then decided we could not sit in the house any longer so we went to a local pub where we knew the Man U game would be playing (so Euro right?).  Home and bed happened shortly thereafter.

Day three turned into an adventure.  We decided to visit the island of Gozo where we heard there was a beautiful red-sand beach.  So, we took a ridiculously old bus to the other side of the island.  Then we took a ferry.  Then we took a bus to Victoria.  Then we took a bus to a rando-town that looked like Iraq.  Then we started walking because our directions indicated the beach was only a half-hour walk.  False information.  After 45 minutes of walking through what looked like a deserted portion of the Middle-East, we saw the beach from a hill-top. 

The only problem was that we had at least another hour walk if we wanted to reach it.  Knowing the last bus stopped running at six, we were a little pressed for time and many of us chose to head back early.  We got back to the main town and walked around and found some cliffs before shipping back to Malta for the evening.

 

All and all, Malta wasn’t the beach experience we had all anticipated, but it was really nice to not sleep in a hostel, to cook our own meals, and to have time to hang out with everyone and relax.  It was a good break from being a tourist and to calm down before jetting off to London.