Alla tiegħi, I loved Malta – which came as a huge surprise since it was one of those places I’d never been fussed about visiting. This, I think, made it even better – it was a total surprise.
Valetta, the capital of Malta, is like a great big, beautiful sandcastle dropped right in the middle of the Mediterranean. The pale, sandstone buildings (and remnants of British culture here and there) reminded me a little of Bath, but with a Mediterranean twist. The island only gained its independence from the UK in 1964, so the island is still heavily influenced by old Britannia; English is spoken pretty much everywhere, there are British shops, and even a few red telephone boxes.