- MALTA -
Last summer, I made an incredible travel (and my last one by now). My destination was a small island lost in the middle of the Mediterranean sea: Malta.
I was given a grant to go to an English speaking country and spend there at least three weeks doing an English course. I didn't know where I wanted to go because there were a lot of possibilities: England, Ireland, Scotland, Australia, United States, Canada and Malta.
Going to the States would have been unforgettable but I couldn't afford it. It was a 1,700 euros grant and with that money you can't go so far. Australia was impossible too, and so did Canada.
I had gone to Ireland the summer before so my last possible destinations were England, Scotland or Malta. I compared these three countries and I thought: the weather in England or Scotland isn't as good as in Malta (is summer, I need the hot and the sun!) that means that if I go to a place where it rains a lot I couldn't go the beach. It also implies that you have to carry an umbrella every time you go out (as I did when I was in Ireland) and, moreover, England and Scotland are more expensive so...the decision was clear: Malta will be the country.
One of the conditions of the grant was that I had to search for an English course so once I knew that I was given the money, I started to look for an agency that offered me good prices for my course and my accommodation there. I chose to live in a residence that was quite near from the school and very close to the beach and the places where young people used to go (including the discos!). I will tell you more about the residence in a while.
As I was traveling alone, I decided to ask to the travel agent if there was someone who will travel to Malta the same days I was going. She told me that it was another girl looking for an English course like me. I told her if she could provide me her email in order to contact her and start talking. And that was what she did. After that, Cortes, the other girl, and I, started to talk and surprisingly we get on well very quickly. She had booked another residence, different from mine but, Malta is small so we weren't too far from each other. She was my first friend there.
In my research for more people who traveled to Malta, I found a Facebook group of my school. There, I left a message introducing myself and saying that I wanted to contact with people who were going to Malta. A boy contacted with me. He told me that he Egyptian and that he was living in Malta because of his father job. We too started to talk a lot and, as I spoke English with him, it was good for me because I could practice my English before I went there.
In short: I had booked my course, I had found two friends and the most important thing: I was looking forward to go!
The departure day, I met Cortes at Manises airport. It was early in the afternoon, some hours before we could check-in. It was nice because we could know each other better and share our thrill for the adventure we were about to begin.
The flight was fine, we didn't have problems. When we arrived in Malta, we had to look for the driver we had contract. He would drove us to our residences. So, at that moment, each one would go to a different place but we decided to meet again the next day.
My first night at the residence was very, very strange. I arrived there and a boy took my personal information and brought me to my room. There was a mess. A lot of clothes over the bed and some alcohol bottles over the table but nobody in the room. I left my things on my bed and started to read the information I was given. I wanted to know with who I was going to live but nobody appeared. I was really tired so I decided to sleep. After a few minutes, three girls came up and introduced themselves. I did the same. They told me if I wanted to go the the swimming pool. I said I didn't, of course. It was 5 am and I was too tired.
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