I wondered as I walked away if such was a typical occurrence on this quiet Valletta street? Had the man who’d come calling on the street beside me done so knowing a performance was on the horizon, or had he really come with a simple favor to ask of his friend?
On a clear night, just as the sun began to set, I met with a couple of interns to film a short video introducing Malta and Miss Maps. Since then, they’ve been working hard to travel the island and surrounding areas to help bring to you the best of Malta!
Take a look!
When a place turns out dramatically different than you’ve dreamed… keep going and let surprises be your guide…
We both have dreams. And we both have wishes to see more, be more, do more, go more. I hope that one day we will find each other yet again.
Bon voyage, Mon Chéri. Until next time. Wherever and whenever that may be.
After slowly demolishing the gut busting sandwiches (yes, I managed to finish it! Weren’t you proud?!), we aided digestion by mixing in a cup of strong Albanian coffee from the cafe housed within the ancient Turkish bathhouse. Our host said goodbye to us then, and we set out for your long awaited destination: Ohrid, Macedonia.
Together, we shook away persistent taxi drivers and men who ‘know someone who knows someone’ who would take us where we wanted to go. You prolonged your plans to visit Ohrid even more, and together we found Gjirokaster…
You asked me to write you and tell you what I thought of Berat. …I’ll share more of those stories in another letter but for now I wanted to let you know:
I made it to Berat safe and sound. You told me it was a charming place and that I would fall in love, but never did I imagine the truth of your words…
Could it get any more strange? Absolutely. Because when you add those 20-something odd travelers and musicians given microphones, plant them all in the same hostel and advertise a rap showdown on a Thursday night, you know things are about to get real….
It had started as an innocent photo and quickly had turned into a street act, party of three…Two men exchanging bicycle repairs for a few hundred Albanian Lek. A knee-high red tricycle at rest in front of a boldly contrasting indigo wall. An innocent photograph….
Sunbathers get their time to tan and sweat. Skiers get their time to swerve and freeze. Paragliders, mountain climbers, white water rafters, nudists; in Montenegro everyone has their place, their pastime, and season.