Thursday, January 29, 2015

Moving Day

We have spent the last week looking forward to our move to Marsascala. Now that the day has arrived I am sad to say goodbye to this lovely Bay that we have looked out on for two months. Ron arrived on time in his little Mazda with his two year old son and it was all we could do to fit all our luggage and extra boxes into the car. We dropped Mark off at Nana's on our way. As with Grammas and grandchildren everywhere, both were excited to see each other. We were handed off from one landlord to another. George gave us all the information he could and we settled in to unpack and get reoriented in a completely different situation. St Paul's Bay apartment was older and a bit tired but it had the spectacular view. The Marsascala apartment is newer, more modern and it has two seperate rooftop patios but you have to be outside to get the benefit of the views. Another plus is it has a really good heater!!! The stone walls and floors in these Malta buildings are hard to heat but I am toasty warm now. We are going to have an early dinner and probably an early night. It has been windy for two days now so we are staying inside for the evening. Tomorrow we start our new adventure. First to find groceries and hopefully a place that will deliver.

View from our front patio of Marsascala Bay.

View from the back patio. This picture really gives a true idea of how small each community is and the way they are separated by the rock walled fields. After two months I finally have a proper wine glass. I tried to buy one but just couldn't find one without having to buy a six pack set? I swear the wine tastes better! I have a bottle of Prosecco, a sparkling wine/champagne to have on the first sunny afternoon sitting in my chaise lounge. Hopefully that will be sooner, not later.

 

And then the best shower in two months...unlimited hot water with a window to open looking out over the valley, sweet! It may still be cool and windy but everyday has its beauty. The sun is going down and the church bells are ringing from below our aerie on the hillside.

 

 

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