First weekend in Malta: Notte Bianca

So This One Time in Malta… I went to Notte Bianca

This weekend was my first of many on The Island. I had originally planned to venture to a beach, but after the clouds rolled in, I decided to go for a walk around St. Julian’s, Balluta and Sliema. A large promenade stretches along the coast connecting these areas, which have plenty of cafes and gelato shops to stop at. I cheated a bit and took a short bus ride around the peninsula to the Sliema ferries and then walked up to Port Tigne for a view of Valletta. I couldn’t not share the view with someone, so I facetimed Kev and Bry (the Dukes) quickly to show them the sites. Afterwards, I took the ferry from Sliema to Valletta to get a better view from the water.

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My trek for the afternoon
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View of Valletta from the ferry
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Beautiful Valletta from Sliema

That evening was the annual celebration of Notte Bianca! Notte Bianca is Italian for ‘white night’ and is a good description because the city of Valletta comes to life until early in the morning. Within the city walls of Valletta, there are live performances, parades, open and free admission to museums and food and wine vendors galore. Since Valletta was awarded ‘European Capital of Culture for 2018‘, so there is always a festival or event going on!

Valletta was absolutely beautiful Saturday night. There were so many small streets leading to squares and little restaurants tucked away… there was something around every corner. Our journey through the town started at the City Gate, passing by St. John’s Co-Cathedral and down to Il-Forti Sant Lermu where we saw a live band performance on the Lower Barrack Gardens. As we walked up to the Upper Barrack Gardens, which has a really nice view of the surrounding cities, we stumbled upon a singing performance in a small square in a residential block. We sat down for about a half hour, listening to a satire Maltese performance (which we couldn’t understand anything about, but enjoyed it nonetheless).

And of course, all good things must come to an end… especially when we had to take a bus back to Mosta, jammed like sardines (reminded me of the Amalfi Coast bus rides, except slightly safer). But we arrived home around 1 am feeling pretty damn cultured.

Il-Lejla it-tajba!

(It means good night in Maltese.. thankgoodness for google translate). 

 

 

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