Malta is certainly not the easiest spot to travel to.
There are no direct flights — although breaking up the trip with an overnight each way in London was quite enjoyable. Particularly if you’re passing through on a weekend a wonderful detour is the stomach-boggling Borough Market under the London Bridge.
(Sorry, but I have to interrupt myself here, in case you haven’t been to the Borough Market, you have got to go.
Open since 1756, when it was known as London’s Larder, this bustling weekend market offers top-quality food from over 60 local farmers and producers. AND the best part is that almost everyone is encouragaging you to stry a liitle taste of their product –must admit, I’ve been known to make a meal out of the free samples — which helps to ease the pain of paying $250 for a postage-stamp size hotel room! Where else can you buy, under one roof, wild boar, smoked eel, organic wine, Neal’s Yard superb farm cheeses, trappist beer, spinach bread, homemade pies still hot from the oven, and the incredibly perfectly balanced salty/sweet caramel fudge.)
And Malta is certainly not the prettiest island we’ve ever seen. The monochromatic landscape is crying out for some bougainvillea, tulips, daffodils…whatever-and the pale yellowy-white bleached stain of the sand-blown limestone architecture that is seen everywhere hardly provides the necessary Pantone panacea…but just wait — after a day or two, your eye and mind becomes accustomed to, even appreciates, the visual softness that provides a such a peaceful, serene feeling.
By Vagablond’s Token Redhead