…but because I like you guys so much, I’ll give you guys a small taste of our week in paradise. Imagine water, so clear it feels as if you’re in a swimming pool. Fish, so calm and beautiful. Sand, so golden it warms your toes like a cozy blanket. A coastline, so unique and rich of culture. Are you jealous yet?
We spent most of our time at the gorgeous beaches. The extremely salty water made for a great floatation device and a not-so-great mouthwash.
When we weren’t at the beach or in our beds, we were out on the town. We came across many great people: the old man living upstairs, the drunk German teachers, the drunk German high-school class, and last but not least, THE SWEDES. Perhaps it was the Swedish in Ilektra that attracted the group of Swedes into George’s Pub. Regardless, we had a great time with the motley crew. Because learning actual names was too boring, we referred to them in generic terms: The Party-Swede, The Old-Swede, The Rich-Swede, The Unknown-Swede, The Lady-Swede, The Kind-Swede, and so on. And what better way to end a night with the Swedes than a city-wide power outage?
On our last day we discovered the must-see destination in Malta… Paradise Bay. The beach is small but fantastic, and the snorkeling was phenomenal.
Now I’ve kept it short and sweet. If you want to know more, you’ll just have to travel to Malta and fetch it yourself.