It’s 5h30 am. The rest of the Happy Dancer crew is still asleep. The marina quiet. The Mistral which has been blowing at close to 40 knots over the past three days has finally calmed down. The sun hasn’t come out yet. I love the tranquillity of these wee morning hours. As I prepare my lemon water I smile to myself in gratitude. I don’t know when exactly it happened over the past few months, but at one stage the boat became our real home, and our legs real sailors’ legs. Although there’s still a thousand and one things to do, improve on and learn, it doesn’t feel completely overwhelming anymore. Between all the adventures, at times there’s glimpses of daily routines. At-easiness with life on a boat. Completely at peace with our choices.
It is never easy, and barely as romantic as it might sound like, and, dare I say, it’s not for many. But for us and for now, it feel’s so right. Just like Malta does too. It has welcomed us with most open arms and continues to do so every moment of every day. We continue do be stunned to bits by it’s beauty, generosity, warmth, uniqueness, creativity, variety and pure aliveness.
When waiting for the bus after teaching one of my yoga classes, a random explosion of fireworks kept me wondering. It was near the airport, in the middle of the island, for no apparent reason. It lasted for well over half an hour at intermittent bursts… Then a smiley shaped lamp on the way back, past playgrounds and historic villages. Bustling town squares and some abandoned old villas which leave me wondering about the grand past that once strolled through it’s vast gardens. This is Malta, and so much more. Dear little island in the Med, thank you so much for your warm welcome. We cannot wait to discover you more!
Yours sincerely, the Happy Dancing crew 😉