Malta

Someone told me that Malta is sunny 300 days of the year. We apparently went on one of the 65 that it is not. When we first got to Malta, all I could think was, "Oohhh looky, palm trees!" Soon after, however, I took my life into my own hands by getting into a taxi with a Maltese driver. All I could do on the trip to the hotel was laugh hysterically. I have to assume this is a natural reaction to the fact that we could all have died at any moment. In Malta there are no such things as lanes, turning signals, or the parts of the brain that tell you you should be afraid for your life. Luckily we did not die, and instead we were deposited in front of... the wrong hotel. Now this was not the fault of our fearless driver, this was the hotels bad. Originally we were supposed to stay at a place called St. George's, but they were under construction so our entire group had been (unknowingly) moved to the hotel next door. Not to complain or anything, but lets just say there were colonies of ants on the 8th floor. 'Nuff said.

Monday my roommates and I went out and explored St. Julian's, the area that we were staying in. We had breakfast in a little cafe where I ate the 2nd best doughnut of my life (Iceland has better). It was warm, gooey, and filled with Nutella. Ummm, yes please? Then we walked down and looked at the beach, which had huge waves breaking all over the rocks. It was so windy I almost blew away. Not even kidding. After those two strenuous activities, we all decided that we had earned a nap. And by nap I mean we went back to bed for like 3 hours. Then, when we dragged our butts out of bed, we went for dinner at a really yummy Italian restaurant next to our hotel. It was a hard day.

On Tuesday we basically did the exact same thing as the day before. We got up late, walked on the beach, took another nap, and had dinner. Once again I had pasta, only this pasta was probably made by some sort of god. That is the only explanation for how delicious it was.Wednesday was our last, and most eventful, day. About eight of us took a bus tour of the northern half of the Island. We got to drive up to overlooks where you could see entire bays, and some of it was just incredibly beautiful. A lot of Malta looks pretty similar as they have to fit a lot of people onto one small island, but there were some spots where I could have stayed forever. The Golden Bay, for example. If I could have just stayed at the Radisson right next to the water, frolicked on it's secluded beach, and eaten from the same restaurant there everyday, I would have been a happy woman. The sand was crazy soft, and the water was the same temperature as the air. I LOVED that beach. Sitting on the double-decker bus was also an interesting experience. It was literally like having someone hold a blow-dryer set on cool up to my face for two hours.

Our last night in Malta did not turn out how I would have liked it too. We ate in, which was nice, and then we went out to a few clubs. At the last club I was in, a bouncer literally threw me and a friend out because I, in his words, “was clearly not 17.” First of all, I am 20 and had done nothing wrong. Second of all, the night before we all saw what appeared to be a middle school convention being held in a club about two feet away. None of this mattered to the bouncer however, who wouldn’t even check my I.D. So while Malta was a lot of fun, it didn’t exactly end on a high note.

The view from my hotel...

 Apparently someone was dubsteppin' on the rocks.

 The ancient city of Mdina.

 Try getting out of that parking lot.