Rita Speaks
Malta has been on Geoff’s “have
to - travel list” for a long time, finally this spring it was time for Malta.
We found a great place to stay in Valletta, the capital of Malta. Central
but quiet, opposite a convent where lovely singing nuns woke me (not Geoff) at
6.30am – quite beautiful. The tall but narrow townhouse counted 100 marble
steps from the bottom to the top floor.
Luckily it included a lift which we used twice, once to bring the luggage up
and once to bring it down. We incorporated the stairs as part of our daily
exercise! The house was beautifully restored and included a terrace with fantastic
views over the Three Cities, perfect for my early morning coffee or our evening
Happy Hour, it served us as a fantastic base. We enjoyed strolling through the
clean old town of Valletta and various other, easy accessible parts of this
small Island. Lot’s of café’s and bars, not so many supermarkets. Thanks to the
Brit’s, we found a M&S and stocked up. We got there at a great time of the
year, mid April. Not crowded and not too hot. We were told that temperatures
could reach 40C in high season! A week was the perfect time to spend here. We
saw what we came to see – ready to pack up for Bella Italia!
Our short flight to Bari was
uneventful, Geoff went to get the rental car, I waited for the luggage. Once at
our small car, perfect for this part of the world, I went to “work”! It is my
job to get the GPS programed, be the GPS assistant - I take my role very
seriously. Our drive to our Trulli, through beautiful country side, colorful
with red, yellow, blue wild flowers, was calculated to be a bit over an hour -
Cisternino, Puglia. Once the GPS announced “you have reached your
destination”……we were in the middle of nowhere, except for a countryside café.
I wanted to try and re-program the GPS, try to find our location but Geoff,
normally quite patient, barked at me: “call the landlord”. I called Sergio and
with the help from a lady in the café, he was able to locate us and said he
would come to pick us up. About 15 minutes later, a car pulled up. I approached
the guy asking “Hi, are you Sergio?” he said yes, shook my hand and said, lets
have a gelato “first”, (that should have given it away!). I thought that was
funny but hey, who refuses gelato in Italy? I told Sergio I would get Geoff, my
husband. They shook hands and we all went into the café. Sergio was either shy
or his English not good, he withdrew, spoke to the lady in the café who took us
aside to tell us he wasn’t “our” Sergio. He was waiting to meet someone else,
quite possibly a “blind date”. Very funny, made us laugh all week! OUR Sergio
turned up a few minutes later, we followed him to his gorgeous Trulli, a
renovated farmhouse set in 26.000 square meters of garden & farmland. A
beauty we knew we would feel very comfortable in. We settled in, went for our
first pizza in Italy. It was Sunday, all the
supermarkets were closed, grocery shopping would
had to wait till Monday.
We knew that the driving times
to some of the villages and ancient cities on our list were about 1.5 hours or
more. But rather than moving around, unpacking and packing multiple times, we
decided to position ourselves smack in the middle of “Trulli country”, enjoy
the peace and quiet after each day of touring – mostly with an “Al Fresco”
dinner. Some of my favorite spots we visited were Monopoli, Pogliano a Mare,
Otranto, Lecce, Alberobello just to name a few, as well as the stunning scenery
driving around the heel. Being the navigator is my responsibility and included inserting our next destination in our GPS. I still have not figured out how and why the GPS came up with the routes it sent us on!!!! I checked on “shortest versus
fastest” routes, made all kinds of adjustments, still we were sent on some pretty rough rural roads with no names,
one lane traffic and we hardly ever recognized the same route twice – even
after two weeks!!!!! Clenched teeth as well as other body parts were a daily
occurrence when it became reallyyyy tight or backing up was required. I am sure
there will be more of that when we reach the Amalfi Coast. We are both looking
forward to re-visiting a place we went to during our trip in 2007 but didn’t see
all of it. Arrivederci.
Looking across the Grand Canal at Valletta from the ramparts of Fort St. Angelo in Vittoriosa
Waiting for Geoff to finish taking that "perfect" shot in the quaint Trulli village of Alberobello
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