All posts tagged: Malta

The warmest colours of Malta

On an adventure through my hard drive recently, I stumbled across these photos from a trip I took after I finished my undergraduate degree in 2013. At the beginning of the holiday, I spent a few weeks in Malta with family, and as luck would have it a few uni friends were over there at the same time- visiting their respective families (who knew that so many people had Maltese relatives?) (you probably did) (we are everywhere). Suffice to say it was an amazing experience- I ate and drank way too much (pastizzi and Kinnie forever and ever). Fortunately, we spent so much time swimming and walking and dancing, so the damage wasn’t as bad as it could have been. If you don’t know much about Maltese people, they are just about the most hospitable, kind and chatty souls you will come across (to generalise… but what a happy generalisation). My family (particularly my aunties, my cousin Lara and her friends) completely spoilt us- taking us to wine festivals, beaches, restaurants, parties and museums. If you …

All I want for Christmas is you. 

Erin Rose Christmas is a loaded holiday. Some of our earliest memories and home movies are of Christmas morning, sleepy eyed, and pajama clad stumbling down the hallway. Our parents sipped coffee, and sat back as some make believe man took all the credit for what they had done, what they had saved all year for. This season is filled with equal parts joy and anxiety– the hustle, the travels, the money, and the family time. But how do we sift through it? How can we distill the true essence of this season? I recently watched How The Grinch Stole Christmas, and I realised that as per usual, Mr. Dr. Seuss had the message perfectly wrapped up inside of those rhymes. The only reason the Grinch is such an asshole is because thinks Christmas is nothing more than consumerism, gaiety disguised in gluttony. He tries to destroy Christmas by stealing presents because he doesn’t believe it could go on existing without them. But to his astonishment, they sing their songs anyway! And he realizes, “It came …

Writing to Remember

by Amy Galea For a time, I had forgotten that I am the happiest version of myself when I’m noting down what happens in life. When I have a space to record what I’m seeing and feeling about events (that are never simply events, but people, life, things, colours) and the bits and pieces that I am reading, listening to, watching, experiencing. There is something about levelling them in words that makes life feel less like a film on fast forward. I found myself thinking this last night as I waited for roadside assistance on the corner of my street. What I had intended on being ‘a quick trip to the grocery store’ ended up being an hour sitting on the ground next to my car, alarm buzzing and conscientious neighbours asking whether I was okay. I was okay. But I didn’t have a NRMA membership and when the man finally arrived, I also found out that I needed a new battery. My quick trip to woolies ended up costing me close to half a grand, but that wasn’t the only …