The prove that malta is the most underrated country in the Mediterranean

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Grazzi Malta

It´s been a while ago  that I was actually really writing about Malta. But, if I´m honest, I didn´t know what to tell and as I had the chance to discover the beauty of the Uk, Malta got a bit forgotten.

However, I just got back from my little holiday on the rock.To be honest, before I entered the plane a few days ago, I had the feeling that the chapter ´Malta´is gonna close soon. I didn´t really feel attached anymore and my level of excitement wasn´t too big either.Five days later….. I didn´t want to leave anymore.

After almost three years discovering Malta , I won´t write anymore about the tourist attractions. It´s time to go deeper. Forget the tourist guides, googel pages and whatever. Let´s start to understand and experience feelings, life styles, opinions and local traditions.

So after these few days on the island, I asked myself : What´s that thing ,which keeps people returning all the time ? I mean, if we look at it neutral , it´s just 316 km² in the Mediteranean Sea with the same sunny climate like almost everywhere in southern Europe. And even tough people travel all around the world, which gives them so much to see, they still come back to Malta and arrive at the airport with the brightest smile on earth. So….. what is it ??

When I did my first step out of the plane on maltese ground , I got a bit disappointed at the first moment. Maybe it´s just me, but when I travel I´m full of excitement. I´m nervous , happy and normally totally out of control. I can´t wait to be out of the terminal building and finally being in the bus to “Somewhere”. Well, none of these feelings happened to me , when I arrived at the beginning in Malta. All was so normal…usual … routine …. No travel injection. Took me some time to actually  realise it I came “home”. Oooooh, well played, Malta. Well played. Cheeky bastard.

Everyone has his own personal reasons to take a plane to Malta. I actually just have two. Cross out the tourist attractions, cross out Paceville ( WTF was I doing there for so long :D ) , cross out the churches and all these things.

 Have a look at the maltese nature and scenery . Pay attention to different bays, beaches, cliffs, small islands around, the amazing blue and clear water. Open your eyes for untouched places on the country side or directly at the coast line. Even though Malta is so small, it gives you at each compass point a different landscape. The west: with high cliffs and a rough sea , the north east coastline: flat containing sandy beaches and the biggest cities of the state, the south: a bit meager but with beautiful fisher villages , and the center : the countryside with little hills. Someone , who hasn´t been to Malta yet, would say : “ Yeaaah , and???. Nothing special.”  Of course it´s nothing speacil, but always bear in mind that we speak here about a place which is pretty pretty small. Other countries also offer that. No doubts . But show your respect and be impressed, that ALL what you want and expect fits perfectly on our little rock. I guess , I have already 100 photos of each stone of the maltese islands and call me insane, but I´m still fascinated by the beauty of the island.

My other reason are the people itself. Ok, it is changing a bit as my friends and also me are moving more and more. But if I sum up my time in Malta, I can say that I met amazing people there. I made friends with wonderful people from all over the world. We went together through stories and adventures and had an awesome time. Even tough we don´t live anymore together and are all spread over the whole world , we still feel somehow connected when it comes to Malta. Of course , it´s impossible to keep on weekly basis in contact . But that doesn´t matter at all as your ´maltese family ´knows that you won´t forget them .

I went recently to London , where I met two friends of mine. Both I got to know in Malta. And here the same thing happened as a year ago in Madrid or when I got visitors in Germany.. You haven´t seen them for months, maybe already for a year. But you hug them, squeeze them and it´s immediately so natural and normal to hang out with them. It doesn´t matter which location or whatever, it just feels like you haven´t seen them for a week. I´m not sure, if you understand what I´m trying to say and it´s not very easy to describe. But for me it was or is  something very special, builing up a friendship like this , which also last over big distances and in the end always trace back to 316 km² of a rock.