Friday was my last full day in Malta, and the weather was not quite as nice, with a bit less sun than the other days. You can see how the water looks darker without the sun shining down on it. I didn't let that stop me, and I set off relatively early along the cliffs to see what there was to see. Originally I wanted to walk over to Ramblas Bay, the closest traditional beach to Marsalforn, but ultimately I decided the hill in the way was too big.
Instead, I stuck close to town and just wandered a bit. In fact it consisted of a lot of me walking 50-100 feet, sitting down for 15-20 minutes to read, and then walking another 50-100 feet for a new reading spot. Like I said, that is what a vacation should be for me. Honestly, don't I look like I am having fun? I read nearly five books, so I am pretty proud of my vacation success. Eventually I got hungry, so I turned around and headed back to the main part of town. To distract myself, I decided to count the number of salamanders/lizards I saw on my way. In the short (maybe 15 minute) walk back to town, I counted 36 of those little guys! If my survey is any indicator of their overall prevalence, then I swear those things are everywhere on that island. They were green, blue, purple, brown, and cute so long as they stayed outside. For lunch, I got a four cheese pizza, which came with a peach iced tea that was so summery and sweet. The pizza was really good but might have had a little too much of the overpowering blue cheese. I didn't mind so much, seeing how I ate it for lunch and dinner.
Post lunch, the sun had come back out, and I was ready to test the waters, both literally and metaphorically. Now with my swim suit on, I was ready, in the sense that I was ready to sit on the rocks and read my book some more. Eventually, I took off my clothes and stared at the water instead of my book. Finally I got my feet wet, but it took a good 10 minutes more for me to pysch myself up to jump in. Let me say, my hesitation was totally justified because that water was cold, maybe not arctic or anything, but cold another to make the stoutest of hearts hesitate, at least that is what I am going to keep telling myself. I had grandiose ideas of swimming across the bay and back, but after about 20 seconds the cold and fear of things lurking beneath the surface had me climbing back out to the safety of my rock and my book. Then again, look how happy I am. I conquered the Mediterranean Sea. I celebrated with two scoops of gelato, one chocolate and one after eight (mint). The evening was passed in leisure: reading, packing, and eating cold pizza, pure bliss.
Saturday I made the long journey home all the way to Zafra. I nearly scared myself to death on the plane ride home due to a poor choice of reading a novel that begins with a deadly and tragic plane crash. I was convinced that the plane was going down and that Teddy wasn't going to survive. Luckily it was all in my head, and I made it back to Zafra safe and sound to do lots of laundry and wait for Marissa to come back on Monday. For those who are wondering, I am now well into my final month in Spain. Goodness gracious, I can't wait to be back in the states to do all the things I have been wanting to, but that list will have to wait for another day!
Friday was my last full day in Malta, and the weather was not quite as nice, with a bit less sun than the other days. You can see how the water looks darker without the sun shining down on it. I didn't let that stop me, and I set off relatively early along the cliffs to see what there was to see. Originally I wanted to walk over to Ramblas Bay, the closest traditional beach to Marsalforn, but ultimately I decided the hill in the way was too big. 
Instead, I stuck close to town and just wandered a bit. In fact it consisted of a lot of me walking 50-100 feet, sitting down for 15-20 minutes to read, and then walking another 50-100 feet for a new reading spot. Like I said, that is what a vacation should be for me. Honestly, don't I look like I am having fun? I read nearly five books, so I am pretty proud of my vacation success. Eventually I got hungry, so I turned around and headed back to the main part of town. To distract myself, I decided to count the number of salamanders/lizards I saw on my way. In the short (maybe 15 minute) walk back to town, I counted 36 of those little guys! If my survey is any indicator of their overall prevalence, then I swear those things are everywhere on that island. They were green, blue, purple, brown, and cute so long as they stayed outside. For lunch, I got a four cheese pizza, which came with a peach iced tea that was so summery and sweet. The pizza was really good but might have had a little too much of the overpowering blue cheese. I didn't mind so much, seeing how I ate it for lunch and dinner. 
Post lunch, the sun had come back out, and I was ready to test the waters, both literally and metaphorically. Now with my swim suit on, I was ready, in the sense that I was ready to sit on the rocks and read my book some more. Eventually, I took off my clothes and stared at the water instead of my book. Finally I got my feet wet, but it took a good 10 minutes more for me to pysch myself up to jump in. Let me say, my hesitation was totally justified because that water was cold, maybe not arctic or anything, but cold another to make the stoutest of hearts hesitate, at least that is what I am going to keep telling myself. I had grandiose ideas of swimming across the bay and back, but after about 20 seconds the cold and fear of things lurking beneath the surface had me climbing back out to the safety of my rock and my book. Then again, look how happy I am. I conquered the Mediterranean Sea. I celebrated with two scoops of gelato, one chocolate and one after eight (mint). The evening was passed in leisure: reading, packing, and eating cold pizza, pure bliss. 
Saturday I made the long journey home all the way to Zafra. I nearly scared myself to death on the plane ride home due to a poor choice of reading a novel that begins with a deadly and tragic plane crash. I was convinced that the plane was going down and that Teddy wasn't going to survive. Luckily it was all in my head, and I made it back to Zafra safe and sound to do lots of laundry and wait for Marissa to come back on Monday. For those who are wondering, I am now well into my final month in Spain. Goodness gracious, I can't wait to be back in the states to do all the things I have been wanting to, but that list will have to wait for another day!
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