We made it to Malta!

Well, it wasn’t without effort. We left for The airport at 9 AM on Wednesday to ensure all international documents were in order. Jacksonville took the removal of the mask mandate to heart — almost no one in a mask. Easy check in, easy flight, 2 hour layover in Atlanta. People were a little more masked up, but the Delta SkyClub was like a frat party — not one mask and the drinks were flowing! We found a quiet corner away from the mayhem.

Eight hours in the air to Paris where there is no mask mandate, yet almost everyone wore a mask. 4 hour layover before a 3 hour flight to Malta, where masks are mandated. This means we traveled for 24 hours through many different sensibilities. And it feels that way.

The drive to the hotel brought back a flood of memories. Malta is such an ancient place. It looks like pictures of Israel. Fortified towns, lots of limestone, a mixture of Arabic and Mediterranean. Then language is so different, and I could see why Chazy fell for it — she loved ancient history.

So we made it. Long travel day, miserable feet, but we did it in style. Brad is snoozing, I took a hot bath with scented oils and we’re having dinner in the lovely hotel restaurant in a bit. They were doing a photo shoot there this afternoon and we got to chat with the owners. Staff is very international and courteous the way only Europeans can be. There is a huge TV in this 16th century room and it gets CNBC. All is right with the world. I’m sure Chaz had something to do with it, she always had a soft spot for Brad.