My sister Anita and I headed out one brisk morning last November to a coffee shop in Kalona, Iowa.
Just as we walked up to the door, I saw the smiling face of my cousin Eve coming around the corner.
Cool!
We settled in for some cozy mocha breve’s.
“It’s too bad your café in Malta is closed now”, I said. “I was planning to come over there and help you out!”
“Are you serious?”, she said, “Because we need someone to re-open it.”
And that’s how I ended up on this flight to Malta.
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I have landed at the airport in Malta on my way back from Bulgaria. And of course the Apostle Paul was shipwrecked there. I would say watch out for snakes but they are probably extinct by now. The Maltese are descended from the ancient Phoenicians.
I have to learn more about the Apostle Paul’s landing here. A local told me that there is evidence that he may have landed right outside the Happy Hive in Marsaskala, rather than St. Paul’s Bay where it’s traditionally said he landed. I haven’t researched it yet myself.
That is so cool!