2024 Grateful 17: Malta will never be the same
I first visited Malta in 2010. A new job. New people. A new chapter. I briefly contemplated moving there full time but I had done
I first visited Malta in 2010. A new job. New people. A new chapter. I briefly contemplated moving there full time but I had done
Someone asked me today if I ever tired of travelling. The hassle. The queues. The lost luggage. The never-quite-knowing-how-much-a-flight-will-cost until you press the final button.
As I child, I gave up chocolate each Lent. I’d hoard every bar I was given as a present until Easter Sunday when I’d gorge
I can bitch and moan with the best of them. Depending on the day that’s in it and the mood I’m in, it’s either glass
My greatest fear, as a traveller, was realised last week. For years, I’ve broken out in a cold sweat when hotel receptionists ask me for
Back in the days when I first started travelling, I had this urgent need to see everything. I’d visit cities having done my homework and
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see. So said G. K. Chesterton many moons ago and although
For the first time in a long time I’m enjoying how I look. I still don’t have that hourglass figure I’ve craved for what seems
Move over Facebook, make room for the humble fan. ‘The fan expresses the caprices of the heart, nay even sometimes speaks’ or so claimed the
Last week, I did something I rarely do. I went to evening mass on Saturday. A middle-aged man stood by one of the confessionals, watching