day 3, st. paul's bay

so, we had big plans to go to gozo on monday. however, we realized during our romantic valentine's dinner that our "relaxing" vacation had mostly been spent running all over the island. we decided to lay low and try to stop spending money, which meant we'd be spending the day in st. paul's bay, partly because we wanted to see where st. paul had shipwrecked but mostly because we could get the bus there for only 54 cents (vs. a cab to st. julian's for 20 euros).

the bus to st. paul's was a little complicated.

the one we thought we could catch right outside our hotel only runs every few hours apparently. our friend the concierge (who knew us well by this point) gave Beth directions through attard to get to another bus stop where we could get a direct route to st. paul's and avoid the nightmare that was the bus terminal in valletta.

thanks goodness for Beth. dude had given her a blurry, illegible map, a few scribblings that barely made sense, and a pat on the head. if i were leading the way we would have spent SIX HOURS trying to find the bus. luckily Beth has a better sense of direction. we found the bus, figured out which side of the street was headed north, and away we went. except i ended up sitting right next to the big open space where the door should have been and had to hang on for dear life. :-)

we had pretty amazing weather as we set out...sunny, not too windy, perfect. having no map, we disembarked from the dusty bus in st. paul's and basically tooled around until we found the ocean. wandering aimlessly with a purpose at its best!

highlights from our little excursion:


i don't care how dirty your horse is, you must find somewhere else to wash him.


grab your girl and your briefcase and RUN.


cool.


all the homes had religious icons outside their front doors.


pretty.




cocktail hour(s) by the sea.


life. is. good.