I will always remember arriving in Malta to begin my summer holidays as a child. That feeling of anticipation as I peered out of the plane window to see the land and Mediterranean sea approaching below. That incredible gush of heat that almost took my breath away as I stepped out of the door of the plane and made my way down the metal staircase to the tarmac. The smells that could only belong in Malta and that I still sometimes catch a scent of which bring me back to my youth. I love that sensation!
I was born in England and as a family; my parents, brothers and myself left the grey skies behind for a new life in sunny Malta when I was just turning fifteen. My mum is Maltese so we were lucky enough to have the backing of our family over here but I will admit that the transition was less than easy for me, though I’m sure that it wasn’t simple for any of us (except maybe my then five-year old brother who was happy and innocent enough to believe in my crappy magic tricks – sorry Sean).
For everything that Malta is: sometimes tedious, too small, too polluted, too crowded (I could go on); It’s the country that I grew up in and despite its pitfalls, it’s still a beautiful country full of character, resilience and strength – not to mention history. I catch myself complaining sometimes and I have to stop mid-sentence because really, life is as good as you make it and it doesn’t have to end here.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
Like its coastlines, Malta is a little jagged around the edges and that’s okay.
If you live here, appreciate and take care of this little gem. If you’re a traveller, come in with an open mind and a sense of humour. Explore the tiny rock that is home to some of the oldest ruins on Earth.
Relax and enjoy it!
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