It has been a restful Christmas for us in Malta. I didn't even have to worry about what I was going to wear for the celebrations. We flew from Malaga to Rome ( no direct flights) and then on to Malta, well that was the plan !!! We checked in our luggage at Rome had a chilled glass of Pinot Grigio and watched the world go by. Five minutes before boarding a friendly voice announced that our flight was cancelled, and NO you can't get your luggage back. We managed to get another flight quickly booked through contacts in Malta for the next day and booked into the Hlton Hotel at the airport (so glad we did). There were near riots in the airport due to the cancelled flights ( not sure how many) We found people sleeping in the foyer of the hotel the next morning. With a toothbrush, eye pencil and a mascara purchased at the airport, ( the latter for me not Alistair) we arrived in Malta for a JOLLY Christmas. Having no clothes, toiletries, makeup etc.
Oh how we laughed!!
When in doubt ( or tears) order a bottle of Champagne from room service. Next day was Christmas Eve so our plans of chilling, relaxing and reading were put to one side and we had to do battle with the Christmas shoppers in Valletta ( the capital). After fighting our way through the busy streets I declared that I had had enough. Went to M&S bought a black evening dress, black jumper, and an over the top necklace, for the Christmas Eve 'DO' at the hotel, then after a couple glasses of wine, dived into a another shop where the staff were really helpful and I managed to find a knitted dress and a pair of boots. Alistair bought a checked shirt and a pair of corduroy trousers, the whole effect being that he looked like a farmer on his way to a barn dance. (not a bad look actually) and I could have been mistaken for an eccentric widow.
We got through the festivities and enjoyed ourselves and by the time my suitcase arrived on Christmas Day night I found that i hated having all the choice I was then able to have, and was quite happy sticking with my one eye pencil and a mascara. Lesson learned - one doesn't need all the crap we think we do.
Haven't got much washing to do either when we get home.
Malta was lovely and we look forwad to coming back soon, but not with Alitalia, and Alistair wants to join the 'Young Farmers'.