Yes, I have fallen in love, Truly, Madly, Deeply. It's with the beautiful Island of MALTA. The history here is awesome.
I paid for a tour of Malta, with a guide. The problem was I was the only Brit on the coach with twenty Germans and the guide was German. She would be giving a long conversation in German and then speak in English to me at the end, when we had actually passed some of the buildings. I used my brain though and picked up the many leafletes that were around. I also bought the book, It's A Long Way To Malta; off Kindle. This is an Irish mans veiw of Malta after visiting here for ten years and it's so informative and witty. Having veiwed the fantastic historical places I know you could visit Malta for ten years and still be in Awe of them. The Island of Malta was a good tour apart from that and the fact that no one spoke to each other, never mind to me. I don't think I have ever been quiet for eight hours before in my life, unless I was asleep!
We took a tour around Valletta the City, the first foundation stone was laid on Mount Sceberras in 1556.
This awe inspiring World Heritage City, has to be seen. It took my breath away. I could write reams about it. but you have to see it! I went on my own one day and explored it, just spent the whole day staring upwards And the shopping and places to eat are great!
Thursday last was a good day for me. A nice guy called Keith brought me a kettle, and all the condiments to make a hot drink, it's strange you have to pay 3-70 euro's a day to have the equipment to make a drink in this great hotel. It means all the long stay residents buy their own kettle. There are quite a lot of Brits in the hotel who stay for five or six months at a time. my new freind Keith told me that he's one of those. People come here and they don't want to leave and I can see why.
I loaned Keith my book, 'Cos That's The Way it Was, and he passed it on to an auther here, he has had at least ten books published. He is a very quiet man and works many hours a day, so obviously I was in awe of him. He has given me a great review and told me I was a born writer. That I should be more dedicated to my writing. I didn't tell him I came here with the intention of writing a 1,000 words a day and that 21 days later I have only written 1,500 but have I had a ball!! At my age life's for living and blow posterity.
I wrote most of this last Thursday and today is Monday and I'm flying home and as my last week has been quite; no, very eventful! It would take me more than the hour I have left on my Wi Fi that I have leased from Qawra (pronounced Oura,) Palace Hotel So I will have to write more after I get home. I'm not good at languages, (not even my own as many of you may have realised.) With very little schooling, I have had to be a survivour in this life and have managed to make my way through it by having a determination to beat the odds. Not that I haven't made many mistakes, but haven't we all?
Thinking about Christmast I have realised today, I haven't sent any Christmas cards to my lovely friends abroad. Now I feel guilty but know they won't think any less of me.
Now I'm rambling and I have to evacuate my room. So will finish my letter to you all back in cold, cold Britain.