Today we took a boat tour. It was supposed to be a tour of the island of Malta, as well as of the small island of Comino. We should have been able to see some awesome temples and cliffs and all sorts of things. Instead, due to high winds on the south side of Malta, we were put on a different boat and told we’d cruise along the north and see Gozo, the second largest in this tiny archipelago. But even that didn’t happen. It was WINDY! We cruised along the north and saw the teeny tiny islands called St. Paul’s where Paul was supposedly shipwrecked in 60 AD. We anchored in a couple of bays, one of which had some neat grottos, and just hung out on the boat. People had gotten sick left and right — including Aaron — so we didn’t get past Malta. It was still really beautiful, though, and after the noon hour the sun came out and was warm and lovely.
It was about a 6 1/2 hour trip, though, so as I write this, I still feel like I’m riding the waves.
The question of the day: will our flight leave for London tomorrow or not? I hope so. I’d love to stay in Malta, but I miss Gracie.
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