Wednesday, 28 November 2007

Visitors, Personal and Royal

 

I just had the very happy visit of my friends I & Ø, who live in London and made the short trek down to Malta for a few days. It was lovely to show them around and enjoy their company, not least because after not seeing each other for many years we are now living on the same continent and this was our second time meeting up this year.

To start with, I will brag about a personal accomplishment. I drove to the airport to welcome them, and it was my very first time driving by myself in Malta. It was also my first time driving by myself on the left side on the road, and my first time driving alone with a gear-shift car. With much pride in myself, and surprisingly calm, I arrived at Malta International Airport ahead of schedule and with no major problems. (I still turn on the windshield wiper when I want to indicate, but that should not harm anyone...)  After several practice runs over the past year in which M got very nervous, I decided I just had to go out and drive by myself. However, my new found confidence is still daunted by the Maltese traffic and erratic driving. Slowly but surely, I will conquer that too.

The weather did not cooperate, but we did manage to cover the island's major sights. Or as much as we could cover on such a short visit. Malta has a surprising amount of things to see and do, as my guests soon discovered. One highlight of their visit was that as we were strolling down Republic Street in Valletta, we came upon a formal ceremony in honour of the president of Germany who was on a state visit to Malta. We got to see the formal salute by the Armed Forces of Malta, as well as the President and Prime Minister (and many many others) shaking hands with President Köhler.

Later that day, as we were on a bus from Paola back to Valletta, the motorcade went by right next to us. We chuckled because he seemed to be following us. Then in the evening we walked back to Palace Square. I was hoping that now that all the formalities were over I could show them the Grandmaster's Palace. Instead, we got quite a treat: all the dignitaries were coming back for another formal event, but this time they were arriving one by one in their fancy cars... and we stood right at the door and watched each one alight right in front of our eyes! Ambassadors, Government Ministers, some MPs, other dignitaries, and the Maltese President, Prime Minister along with, once again, the German President! We joked that we were like the people who stand outside the Academy Awards and comment on the incoming celebrities.

I pointed out to my friends that one of the things I most like about Malta is the feeling of safety. While every place in the world has crime, there is really not any major crime to speak of here, and I feel safe just about everywhere. A perfect case in point was that we were allowed to stand there and watch all of these important people go right past us, as other "normal people" walked by as well. In this day and age when the news only speak of terrorism and bombs, it is nice to know that there is still a place where government figures and civilians are able to stroll along the same street without a major security circus.

The following day we were walking by Pjazza Kastilja, where the Prime Minister's office is located, and we saw all of the official cars outside again. This time there did not seem to be much of a show, so we went off to Mdina... where we soon found the motorcade going by us yet again. Yes, he certainly must have been following us!

A couple of days later, when my guests had left, the Queen of England came to Malta for a brief visit. It was the day of her 60th wedding anniversary and she wanted to spend it here. It turns out that Queen Elizabeth II and her husband lived in Malta at the beginning of their marriage, before she was a queen. It was the last time in her life when she was able to live a normal life, drive a car, walk in the streets, etc., so she has a very fond feeling for this country. That day I was over at Wen's house, so we decided to go into Valletta together and see if we could catch a glimpse of her.

I imagined there would be huge crowds and that we would see nothing. But it turns out Malta is the perfect place for a royal sighting. The crowd was a fairly small size, and we were able to get a place right in front of the barricade. And on a corner, no less, so that the queen would have to spend just a few more seconds as she turned our way.

Now, I have never been much into the British royal family in particular. When Princess Diana died, I was truly surprised by the big deal that was made. I thought it would be like when any other famous person dies. And so I surprised even myself when I caught the first glimpse of the queen coming out of the Upper Barrakka Gardens and I began to yell like a little boy "there she comes, there she comes!!!"  And soon enough there she was, about a meter in front of my face. I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. She seemed quite warm, and very human. In fact the way she walked and carried herself, she reminded me a bit of my grandmother, who would be roughly her same age. Just then, someone across the road with a big bunch of flowers called her over, and she was gone. Rats, if only we had thought of that trick!

Still, we saw her get in the car, and Wen managed to take a great picture of her with Maltese Prime Minister Lawrence Gonzi, which you can see by clicking: here.

I wonder who I will run into the next time I go to Valletta.

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Wednesday, 14 November 2007

Lack of Inspiration

Apologies for the long delay in posting, and thank you to the recent comments which showed me that somebody out there is still reading.

It is getting harder to come up with inspiration for the blog. I suppose it was bound to happen... as I get more settled in my new life and surroundings, things begin to look less new and unusual, and therefore I get less inspiration to blog about life in Malta. What would be the appropriate metaphor here, a blessing in disguise? a victim of its own success? You get the idea.

Just the other night we were out with friends of many nationalities, and the waiter asked where everyone was from. M gave a quick rundown but forgot to mention me, and when I pointed this out he said that he now has begun to think of me as Maltese. In fact, when people ask me if I am Maltese, I often answer "yes" just for pragmatic reasons. I know that what they really mean is, "would you know how to tell me where this street is" or perhaps "do I have to explain how X works or should I assume you know already" and so I just cut to the chase.

But then there are the frustrating moments, like this morning when I kept answering my neighbour and the repairman in Maltese, but they kept answering me in English. I know, I know, the Maltese say they find it rude to speak Maltese to a foreigner, but I still find it rude to be answered in a different language, especially when I have made such an effort to learn it and use it.

Anyway, this entry is a bit disjointed. So to continue with non-sequiturs... Sabine tagged me to come up with seven random and/or weird facts about myself. That should not be so hard, seeing as I hardly ever fit the norm!!

To start with, the rules of the game are:

  1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
  2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself (on your blog, we all want to know them).
  3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
  4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I promised Sabine I would eventually get to this, so with a bit of a delay, here goes:

1. I am a gay Jewish Peruvian living in Malta. That is pretty random in and of itself!!!

2. I like to sit through the credits of a film. Often, I am the only one who stays in the theatre to watch them, but I do it anyway. You can learn a lot of neat little facts about a film in this way (and if you are reading this, you clearly like to learn lots of little facts...)

3. I learned Maltese. Most foreigners who come to live in Malta do not. I was appalled to find out that there are people who have spent 30 years here and cannot speak a word of it. Then I learned by experience that even when one tries, it is extremely difficult to get locals to speak it back. I had never been to a country where people go out of their way for foreigners NOT to speak their language and/or assume that it is not something worth doing.

4. Having said that, I am a big language nerd and love learning them. With Maltese, I now speak eight languages (to varying degrees).

5. People ask me for directions wherever I have gone in the world. Either I seem to have some type of universal look, or I seem to exude an incredible amount of confidence in my orientational abilities. Once someone got angry that I did not know how to work the ticket machine at the Barcelona train station. He thought I knew but was just being rude.

6. I have been to Machu Picchu three times, and it was just as magical every time.

7. I have been to every continent except Africa and Antarctica. And with the former so close to Malta, I hope to remedy that sometime soon!

I hope that was interesting for some of you! It was my first time playing one of these blog tag games.

I hereby tag the following people (click on their names to be taken to their blogs, as the blue font does not seem to be working):

1. Jess (perhaps a good excuse to finally update that blog...)
2. Steve
3. Wen
4. Mrs. Maltagirl
5. M.L. Liu
6. Himmeldunst
7. Jay

Well, that was kind of fun! Thanks, Sabine!

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