Alas, it is raining. The weather was amazing the whole time we have been here, but as they say, all good things must come to an end. The Maltese must believe that they are going to melt or something, because as soon as one little drop fell from the sky, the people ran for cover as fast as they could. Even the nuns and priests, and men in business suits. I remained walking in the rain, because it was merely a sprinkle. Today it is colder out, and pretty windy. The half and hour walk to the university was the slowest to date. We had a lecture on the economy of malta, but there were so many notes to be taken (yay a professor that utilizes white boards!) and the professor talked so fast, that it was hard to write and listen. I wrote. I tried to listen, but then my notes seems to go from on the line, to down, and up, and back and forth. I am now safe at home in my flat. the long narrow hallway with rooms stemming off from it. The room I am sharing, with Jenny, is the smallest of the rooms, but while some made fun of us for having the smallest room, and we were a little bit bummed too, the room is awesome because it does not get as cold as the rest of the flat. And believe me, it gets cold! Speaking of rooms, our room has two tiny beds, one dresser and one wardrobe. The wardrobe is straight out of the 70's. It is very brightly colored, plastered with flowers. Also, there is not such thing as a fitted sheet. To flat sheets make up your bed, which makes it a daily project to re-make ones bed. Brown plaid is the sheet style. Plus one FLAT pillow. Thank heavens I brought my own from home.

Foos ball. I hated foos ball with a passion, until I came here. I play it over at the pub down the street. Simons Pub. Concordia/Luther students have made it their own for fourteen years. And Simon throws a Sangria night for us every year. I am excited for that. I wound up playing foos ball by accident, and have now made it a thing to play whenever I go. I am by no means good, in fact, the people I play with, Antoine and PH and whomever happens to join our game, laugh at me. I pass back very nicely. But I do occasionally score! And you'd think I had just scored in a real game! By the time I leave here, I will be amazing at foos ball. Challenges anyone?

I am considering what to make for lunch. Pretty much sandwiches or pasta. Or some gross soup. Oh the joys of being broke in Europe. I also need to think of where to go for spring break. The choices, the choices. From Venice to Malta it only $15 airfare! I just have to get to Venice...

Alright, i'm off to the kitchen to make something on our gas stove (with the tank right next to the stove) which is the size of a closet. no more the two people in the kitchen. Or the hallway, or the bathroom for that matter. I love it here, but do not take for granted carpeting and wood. Just for my sake. They are wonderful things! Or paint. Stone walls, and floors, and ceilings and buildings and roads and etc...just gets a little old after awhile. But, when I need a change, I go walk to the boardwalk, and just stare at the sea.

for anyone wondering, I live In Sliema on depiro st. if you are a geek and want to google earth it!