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Something Gozitan

Take a ride to the golden glow of Gozo in random nuggets.

84. Toasting Tanit

Last week, we took a picnic to Gozo’s Punic Temple, a lesser known beauty spot with a long history. We were welcomed by the quacking of ducks as we parked up at L-Ghadira ta Sarraflu, otherwise known as The Duck... Continue Reading →

83. The Laggard’s Loop

Whilst the searing summer months here are too hot for running for all but the most fervent fanatic – unless it’s from a beach towel to the breaking waves, or to the ice-cream shop – at this time of year... Continue Reading →

82. Kinnie Chameleon and other colours

Whenever I have an hour to while away in gentle sunshine, I am drawn by the magnificence of the citadel to stroll its heighty barricades and amble through its windy streets. It’s a medieval city in miniature, just 200m in... Continue Reading →

81: A favourite spot for a ftira

People have long thought that centuries of fighting over Malta were because of its strategic location in the Middle Sea. The Significant Other and I know differently. The various invaders were here for the bread recipe: called Hobz in Malta,... Continue Reading →

80. Sicily on the balcony

Yesterday The Significant Other and I sat on our small front balcony in the gentle October sunshine as the sun began to stripe the colours of sunset across the sky. Gazing at the sea due North, we noticed something we... Continue Reading →

79. The Lost Months

It’s well over thirty degrees today, a Gozo temperature in an Oxfordshire June, and we are pining for the cool of Xlendi bay, a Rangers pizza and an evening stroll home through the streets of Gharb to a cicada backdrop... Continue Reading →

78. Divine Comedy in Gozo’s Teatru Astra

As dancing nuns take over Gozo’s Teatru Astra with humour and high heels, The Sunday Times goes behind the scenes to find out more about their latest production, Sister Act: a divine musical comedy (runs from Thursday 19th-Sun 22nd March).... Continue Reading →

77. The secrets of the citadel (1)

I love Gozo’s citadel: its vast solidity as a hilltop fortress reflects it impressive history of swords and scimitars, and yet, glowing soft yellow amber, with green-carpet views rolling away to the deep blue sea in every direction, it has... Continue Reading →

76. Dancin’ in the rain

I've always loved the phrase "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain." In the UK where water buckets from the sky and sloshes down roofs regularly, it's a great mantra... Continue Reading →

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