I'ts 6-30 am and I'm here in my own comfy bed. Arrived home around ten last night and after reading my mail and drinking a large cup of coffee without milk and eating some chocolate, I dropped into bed. I had a good journey with Malta Airlines to Manchester and was happy to see my son waiting for me at the airport. This morning I woke up around 5 ish and felt really rested so I have just had another coffee and the rest of the choc and decided to stack my pillows up to talk to you. I'm not a chocoholic and don't usually drink coffee without milk, but although my son did get me some I left it in his car.
I have had another lovely visit ot Malta.
If you read my blog last year when I had been there for the first time, you will know I fell in love with it. This time although I still think it's the most awesome of places it wasn't quite the same. I will still be going back next year, God willing! It's like any love affair though, after twelve months you find out that there are little things that you would like to change. Not that I have ever tried to change anyone! (((-: I am a people watcher and I have decided I could write a great series about the people living in a grand hotel. It would a bit like a posher Benidorm! I have met some really great people and the stories they have told me have been both hilarious and sad.
I think I have alreadt told you, on the day I left for Malta I picked up my first books from my mother's story. 'Cos That's The Way It Is. I took three with me and gave two friends one, I also gave the hotel library the first and second stories. I met the man who does the library as I left and he said, 'I have had to keep them to one side to lend them out as a lot of people want to read them.' He sounded quite surprised, as he said, 'And the feed back is how much they have enjoyed them.' Of course I was really pleased, until I read a comment on my Kindle site. Someone had said they didn't like it and it was boring. That brings you down with a bang. The worst thing was it was signed by someone called Mitzi and my best friend was my dog Mitzi.
I started to write to you last Monday night as I had woken up at 2-30 and was still fully
awake at 3-30. It wasn’t because I couldn’t sleep the fact was I had been down with some sort of flue type virus. I hadn’t been out of the hotel for four days, I am not the only one quite a lot of others have had the same thing. Now I know only you ladies will understand this, there was a consolation prize, ‘I lost a few pounds!’ I know your healthier without too much weight, but for every pound I've lost I've gained one ot two wrinkles. Laughter lines I call them!!
Anyway, I had woken early because I had slept well and I was ready to get up and back on the go. I was disappointed because I had missed the Fiesta in the town of Cospicua. I’m afraid my little legs were so weak they just wouldn’t have carried me up and down all those roads. I went last year, and really wanted to go again. I think going back a second time I would have taken in the magnificence of the beautiful pageant better. It’s like reading a good book. Often if you read it again you enjoy it even more the second time around.
On the Wednesday before I was under the weather I decide to go back to Valletta. I wanted to
explore behind the main street which holds the Palace, Parliament, the Courts and other important buildings, like M&S! I took the bus which is quite an adventure on its own at times. It takes you through some beautiful towns and past the bay where hundreds of boats are tied up for the winter. I quite like walking around on my own but landed up having a ‘friend,’ going with me, I had been saying I was going the night before and a ‘gentleman,’asked could he come with me. What can you say? He hadn’t two heads! So I agreed he could come. But explained to him, what I was going in to do. The man who I had danced with several times this time, and last year had decided he had taken a shine to me. He seemed to be looking for someone and poor man didn’t realise, ‘I wasn’t!’
I have had my share of needy, and at my age haven’t time or patience. I hope this doesn’t make me sound too unkind, I am always available for real friends if they need me and they all know that. So off we went, I made sure I paid my own bus fare and I even bought the coffee. We travelled on the bus for around 45 minutes and in that time, I let him know gently, 'I think,' that I had been very happily divorced for over thirty years, I think he took the message on board. I often wonder if people think before they pass remarks. He had all ready told a pretty, younger friend of mine that she had put a lot of weight since last year. Not the way to make friends!
Well, he was very well behaved and we walked for hours up and down the very narrow and steep streets. We walked up to see the government buildings as there was a protest going on. Tt was youngster's of university age, and they were protesting about the fact that they were being asked by businesses to work free instead of offering paid work. I've never seen such a good natured and well mannered group, there were only a couple of policemen standing beside them. As I watched two young men walked up ringing a bell and I was reading what was written on their shirts. They stopped in front of me and one of them apologised for the noise and explained to me why they were protesting. I told them I believed in protesting as it made people listen. I said, 'I have been a member of Green Peace for nearly forty years.' Well, he was so excited you would have thought he had met the Queen! He asked could he have his photo taken with me, and could he give me his email address so I could send him the picture. So now I have a great pic of myself, with him and his friend on my phone. Two very handsome young men! (I will just have to learn how to take the pics off the phone.)
Anyway, I guess my man friend did get the message and he didn't ask me up to dance again!
The next day I went on the bus with a lady friend, to see the lights and nativity scenes that are set up all over Malta. It is so beautiful, even magical because all the old buildings are lit up and they are spectacular in the dark of the night. We went past the government buildings where I had been the day before, to go to see Barracka Gardens. ( I had stood besides these beautiful gardens the day before and hadn't even known they were there.) They were also beautifuly lit up and looked out over the sea, the bay surrounding was picturesque and I took more pics but I didn't do too well as the lights are so bright. Mental note to myself, 'Learn how to change settings.' As it was night in Valletta my friend Sue and myself also decided to take the Christmas train on it's last run around the city and that was fun, we both felt like kids again. I have had to be a grown up for too long and have decided to let the kid in me come out. The joy of doing it now I am still of sound mind so can enjoy it!
I will make sure, 'I hope,' that I manage to put some of my pics on from my visit next time I write to you.
Lot's more to write about but I'm sure you have had enough for now. it is 8-30 and I must get up, unpack my suitcase and back pack, get my decorations out, then nip out to fill my cupboards and freezer. I have an unexpected appointment tomorrow, so must go at a run these next few hours to kinda get two days into one. I am voluntering at Age UK on Friday morning, I think you all probably know I'm a retired Floral Desighner. I'm helping a group of ladies make a Christmas arrangement for their dining tables Friday morning, then meeting my lovely Fibro friends for coffee on the afternoon. And have many invites to catch up on. I'm blessed to have so many smashing people around me. How could I not be a happy lady. (((-: Perhaps I will have more time
So will finish with a Great Wish for you all to have a Very Happy, Healthy, and Peaceful Christmas.
Love to all.