Malta is a very special place – a lot works differently, and the longer you live here, the more weirdness you discover. But hey: perfection is boring and those little perks are what make Malta loveable.
My blog is called “Off towards the sun”, but I don’t see much of it these days. Autumn has finally arrived in Malta, too.
Before I moved to Malta, I’d never had a real, grown-up, rent-paying job. I finished school last year and went on to university like you’re supposed to, working as a tutor and a kids’ tennis coach a few hours a week to earn some pocket money. But when I thought of working full time for a company I didn’t know, I still felt like a freshly hatched chick that was tossed into the adult world.
If you visit Malta as a tourist, you’ll probably take pictures of the beautiful old buildings of Valetta or of the typical Maltese balkonies coloured in the brightest blue, red or yellow. While those parts of Malta are undeniably striking, I believe that you have to explore side streets, hidden passages and places where the Maltese live to fully understand this country’s culture. There’s a certain scruffiness that adds to Malta’s distinctive character.
Is Malta a better place than Austria? That’s an impossible question to answer, but I’ve been in Malta for over a month now, so it’s time for a little comparison.
Since my move to Malta, I’ve been taking in my surroundings much more consciously. In Vienna, I tended to hurry to uni, to tennis, to cafes and back home again with my eyes fixed on the floor and my thoughts occupied by whatever was going on in my life at that moment. Here, on the contrary, I consciously observe the buildings, streets, cars and people I come across.
Busses are great. Cars are great. Nice single-lane streets alongside the sea are great. A combination of those, however, isn’t.