Corinne CrawfordThe next morning I woke to rain, ruining my plan to visit Valletta’s Sunday market in one last attempt to find local honey for souvenirs for Jodi and my coworker Jayana. Apparently the universe did not want me to see the Blue Lagoon or bring home honey.
So instead I lingered over breakfast at the hostel and waited out the rain before eventually planning another relaxed afternoon in Valletta, likely ending again at the pub with the live music I had enjoyed earlier in the trip.
Despite the cancelled excursions and transportation frustrations, I really enjoyed the slower pace of this visit to Malta. Even on my second trip here, I still feel like there is plenty left to experience, especially with Jodi someday.
The only lingering frustration I had was with myself. I felt low-energy at times and strangely indecisive. I would spend too much time researching hikes or scenic outings, then ultimately not commit to doing them. Maybe that’s just part of long-term travel sometimes — the mental fatigue of constantly planning, deciding, and moving. Even so, Malta was exactly what I needed: slower, quieter, historical, and easy to settle into for a little while before continuing on to Thessaloniki.
