What kind of day will we have with a sunrise like this? It could go either way. As we are opportunists, we get ready and head out by 9:00am. It is mild and not raining. I am on my final mission for souvenirs of Malta. Living in Marsascala provides no opportunity for tourist shopping. I know all 'my girls' like jewelry so Valletta here we come. From previous walks down Triq Republik, the main pedestrian street in Valletta, I know that there are many jewelry stores. I was unaware as to just how many until I went looking today. I was flitting from store to store and Bob was taking pictures.
Here are a few of his photo observations from today. Men gather and talk....women do not stay still. They are always on the move. They may stop momentarily to hug and have a short visit....then it is ciao, ciao and off.
This is the quintessential Maltese woman of a 'certain age'.....zip up tights, high boots, dyed red hair, a cigarette and a cell phone, while waiting in line at the ATM machine.
Lynn sent us a picture of the daffodils blooming on Piers Island. We found these examples for sale along the side street markets. Only plastic so far. No signs of real ones here yet....I wonder why? It is much warmer here than at home. Maybe people don't plant bulbs like we do......
I'm shopping. I know what I'm looking for but I have to find the places that aren't selling only 18 carat gold and silver. It takes a bit of looking but I find my purchases and Bob records the transactions. The salesman was very accommodating but he had a nervous habit that made me almost laugh. He kept wringing his hands just like an old fashioned villain, bwahaha .....and I only spent €21.... Not a big ticket item for Vallettas Main Street shops.
Carnival is over as far as we know, but some shops are still selling masks. I know we missed a colourful event but we were just too far away to participate from Marsascala.
We come home with some chocolates, 'real' Lancashire Eccles cakes....or rabbit hutches as we used to call them as kids and a loaf of fresh bread. Our timing for leaving is good as the #91 just pulled into the terminal.
Travelling by bus is a constant source of social interaction. Today we have African conversations behind us, Catholic Nuns in front of us, every age group from the very old to school kids and now everyday I see people I have seen before.
Our timing is good as we make it up the hill and home in time to see the sky darken and the rain start. By evening it is blowing again. Three days left...but who's counting.
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