Three weeks after vacating our Yaletown apartment, we’re have a home again. We’ve settled on Gharb, a tiny village on Gozo, the smaller of the two islands in the Malta archipelago.
It feels like the end of the world.
We’ve really lucked out with the villa we chose. It’s a three bedroom, three and a half bathroom stone house just down a tiny (too small for cars) lane from the centre of of the village. The building is over 150 years old, and has walls that are at least three feet thick. It’s been 25 to 28 degrees in the middle of day, but our house has remained remarkably cool. We’ll see how things feel when it’s 35 to 38 Celsius outside, but so far so good.
There’s a pool out back, and beyond that some fields, another little town and the azure Mediterrenean. If you sit in the pool and look east, you can see the Basilica of Ta’Pinu, a huge church that the pope visited in 1990.
It’ll take some getting used to this place. As I write this, the only sounds I hear are the tiny, chirping birds in the olive tree outside, and the occasional bleating of the two goats from down the street.
Once the cable guy comes on Monday, we’ll be all set up. I’m really impressed by that speed, by the way. Here I am on a tiny scrap of land in the middle of the Med, and we can get Internet access in less than a week.
Check my Flickr stream for photos of our villa and Valetta. Web access is tight this week, so I’ll organize, tag and all that crap next week.