Back in June, I was in desperate need of a holiday. I had just gone through a really busy time at work and all I wanted to do was soaking up the sunshine and chilling at the beach all day. A Spanish friend of mine tipped me off on Formentera,
If you’re a long-time reader of the blog then you have probably noticed I very rarely celebrate my birthday in my home country (France) or my adoptive country (England). My plan usually consists in escaping to another country and celebrating there. In the past 4 years, I’ve turned one year older in Spain,
A few weeks ago, Richard and I went to Oxford for a long weekend. I had been wanting to go back for years. It’s such a beautiful city; the architecture is gorgeous, the history is incredible and they have the most fantastic museums. I love that there are bicycles everywhere and lots of great cafes,
January and February are what I would call my hibernation months. You can usually find me either at work or at home, hiding away from the cold. This involves me being all wrapped up under layers and layers of wooly jumpers, patiently waiting for the warmer days to arrive.
I did make an exception to my hibernation rule last weekend when Richard surprised me with a weekend getaway to celebrate Valentine’s day.
Mdina used to be the capital of Malta many many moons ago. It was then moved to Birgu (Vittoriosa), one of the Three Cities opposite Valletta, leaving Mdina rather quiet. This could explain its nickname, “The Silent City”.
It seems to me like they have tried to keep things as quiet as possible since then.
When we initially started researching the Maltese Islands for our holiday, we were torn between basing ourselves in Malta – the biggest island of the archipelago – and Gozo – the second biggest island. The scenery looked equally stunning on both islands but there was something that felt a bit more ‘real’ and slow-paced on Gozo.