The moon still on one side, the sun rising into a stunning pink sky on the other. And then appeared the outline of Valetta in the distance. There had barely been a moment during the 60 nm crossing from Sicily to Malta when we couldn’t see land. It always is magical sailing into a new harbour, especially with sunrise, and even more so if it is as monumentally breath-taking as Malta.

To be honest, we had mainly picked this spot for wintering as it seemed the most likely place in the Med to find work while we could still be living on board. Now that it’s worked its way so rapidly into our hearts, I’d strongly urge any travelling soul to put it on your top ten destinations, without a doubt. There’s nothing like it and unless you’ve seen it, you cannot imagine what this bustling, creative and unique blend of cultures sounds, looks and feels like.

Due to it’s strategic position in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, over the millennia there’s barely been a people who hasn’t tried to set foot on Malta. From Romans, over Arabs, Turks and the Knights of Malta to the British, all left their traces in language, food, architecture and people’s features.

Apart from whoever it was who stole our dinghy anchor, everyone’s extremely friendly and helpful. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a week that we arrived. And what an incredible week it’s been. But more on this, in the next post. Back to work on another project which I will be announcing here soon. Breath in, fly. Breathe out, surrender. Happy days from Happy Dancer.