Recently, I had a day that was an intriguing mix of wonderful and frustrating. The frustrating parts are a classic example of #FirstWorldProblems and I’m embarrassed really to moan about them. Not embarrassed enough to just shh though, as I think even the most privileged people are entitled to a moan now and again!
The good: It’s around 11pm and I’m just about to bake fairy cakes for our good friends, Andreas and Elaine, that we’re going to see the next day.
The bad: Something trips the electricity and off it goes. Nothing we do sorts it out and when we call EneMalta, they can’t help. It’s late so we text our landlords and they’re clearly asleep already.
The good: The landlords gets back to us pretty early in the morning and comes round to take a look.
The bad: He can’t see the problem either and his electrician isn’t picking up the phone.
The good: We decide to go ahead with our plans for the day and book a hotel for that night as it looks like no one will get out to us until Monday morning.
The bad: 10 minutes after booking (and paying for) the hotel, we get a text from the landlord that the electricity is fixed.
The good: The electricity is fixed! We pack up a bag of blankets and water ready for a December day at the beach.
The bad: The water bottle leaks all over our blanket.
So it’s a kind of rough start to the day, but we’re looking forward to some time at the beach- something not many people can do in the middle of December, and we think a night in the hotel, although now unnecessary, might at least be kind of fun. We headed off to and the beach was almost deserted.
The good: It’s beautiful. The water is almost perfectly calm, much warmer than expected and when the sun is shining, you can feel the heat from the rays warming you through, unwinding your mind as you relax.
The bad: No swimwear to enjoy the surprisingly warm water and the air gets a bit nippy when the sun pops behind a cloud.
Despite the periodic chilly moments, it was beautiful. The boys played beach tennis whilst us girls just relaxed. I absolutely love beaches, but we don’t go very often; they get so jam packed in the summer and the busses can be a real nightmare during high season. Whenever my feet do hit the sand, I try to enjoy it as much as I can, which for me, usually means getting the camera out and trying to capture the beauty, the colour, the serene feeling.
After a while it got a little too chilly for us girls, so we dragged the boys away from their intense game of tennis and headed back to St Julians for a coffee before checking in for our night of luxury and catching a film.
The good: Coffee with a view at Cafe Cuba!
The bad: Cafe Cuba is very hit and miss, the service is always slow and the coffee was quite bitter, much more so than usual. My mocha was a very strong tasting latte with a dollop of Nutella somewhere at the bottom.
After a caffiene hit, we headed to the hotel.
The good: Bed and breakfast at the 4* Cavalieri Art Hotel for just €38 for the two of us!
The bad: I’ll do a full hotel review but the short version; check in took around 30 minutes and 4 members of staff. The first room we were given hadn’t even been cleaned and the cleaner was annoyed at us for turning up before she finished (although well after the allowed check in time!). The second room had been cleaned, but only just, and was still sopping wet.
The good: We get taken to a third room, a free upgrade (thank you!) to a sea facing room with absolutely out of this world views.
The bad: The bathroom door handle has been unscrewed and just left on the side, meaning once you were in the bathroom you couldn’t get yourself out.
Still.. that view.
The good definitely outweighed the bad this day though and the frustrating “I feel like screaming at someone” moments were soon forgotten with beautiful scenery and with the great company of friends. Aww.