28 February 2010

Malta Pt. 1 - Carnival, Sunshine, and History!

Malta. Now how did we pick that, you ask? It's kind of random, actually. When we first moved Brussels, Troy had a conference in Berlin and we flew EasyJet, which produces a surprisingly good travel magazine. That issue had a great piece on Malta, highlighting its amazing history and sunny climate. The writer was obviously a good one because Malta stuck into our consciousnesses thereafter. After last year's Dark February, we knew we would need a sunny getaway this year and, after learning that Malta also has a great Carnival, the deal was sealed.

Malta is a tiny Mediterranean island nation located about 60 miles south of Sicily, and not much further than that from Tunisia. Now an independent country and a member of the EU, it was previously colonized for literally thousands of years--first by the Phoenicians starting c800 B.C., then on to the Romans, Arabs, Normans, French, and English among others. It is from the Phoenicians that the Maltese gained the custom of painting the watchful eye of Osiris on their boats.



A traditional Maltese luzzo


Kajjiks and luzzos in Marsaxlokk


Sunset in Marsaxlokk

And from the English, Malta got its crazy collection of mismatched yellow left-hand-drive buses.



We based ourselves in Valetta, Malta's tiny capital, and set off from there in our trusty Diahatsu for our daily adventures.


A picturesque vegetable stand in Valetta.


A tiny street in Valetta, looking towards the harbor


Valetta at sunset, as seen from across the harbor in Vittorioso



One such adventure was Carnival! A staunchly Catholic country, Malta does Carnival well. We were there for four days and there were festivities each day and night of our visit, including parades, floats, costumes, dancers, music, and street parties.


Dancers parade up Triq ir-Repubblika (Republic Street) in Valetta


Carnival is a national holiday, so the capital was packed!


Crazily-costumed dancers in Freedom Square, Valetta


Giant floats in Floriana.



A big part of any trip of ours is FOOD, and this was no exception. The seafood in Malta was great, as might be expected from a place so intimately tied to the sea.




Xxlukkjk Restaurant in Marsaxlokk


The mezze platter at Del Borgo, a fun enoteca in Vittorioso


Troy enjoying a lovely Rosso de Montepulciano

Malta suffered terribly during World War II. Subjected to 154 straight days of bombing (more than the famed 'blitz' in London), the island also endured untold privations and near-starvation. So sad to contemplate.




The bombed National Opera stands in a ruined state in the middle of Valetta.

Though the war left a permanent scar on the island, it also had a less-somber impact by creating a strong enthusiasm for aviation history. Our friend Matt in Brussels actually clued us into the existence of the Malta Aviation Museum, a quirky little volunteer-run outfit housed in an old aerodrome.


A very nice volunteer let me sit in the cockpit of a Fiat fighter jet.




Troy standing in front of a recently restored Hawker Hurricane pulled from the seabed.

Though much of peninsula surrounding Grand Harbor was destroyed in the bombing, a few historic buildings managed to escape destruction. One of these is the Cathedral of St. John, a baroque jewel of a church that the Knights of St. John built in the 1570s. Living in Europe, we see lots of churches, but this one stood out not just for its rich beauty, but also by how immaculate and well-maintained it is.


Cross of the Knights of St. John (aka Knights of Malta)


A relatively staid exterior hides a treasure trove inside.


The high altar. Note the golden cross of the Knights everywhere.


The floor entombs hundreds of Knights and the marble features lots of battle-decked skeletons.

So, sunshine, sea, Carnival, food and wine, airplanes, palm trees, and Knights. That would be enough for a memorable trip anywhere. But, we haven't even gotten to the best, most unique part yet: Temples! It seems that the first permanent human inhabitants of Malta were emigrant farmers from Sicily, who arrived something like 7000 years ago. (Seriously!!!!) Around c3600 B.C. the ancient Maltese started building temples--sophisticated, well-constructed, freestanding megalithic structures that are still standing despite millennia of existence in a seismic zone.


Troy on the path to the Mnajdra Temple


Ħagar Qim Temple

The temple buildings have HUGE boulders, dragged across the plains to very specific sites and apparently hoisted into place using a sophisticated system of ropes or pulleys.


Rope holes at Hagar Qim


Interior door/window at Hagar Qim

The temple builders obviously understood astronomy quite well and were accomplished engineers. Many of the temples are sited precisely such that the light falls a certain way on each of the yearly solstices. And, they did all this Without. Metal. Tools.


Precisely aligned doorways at Mnajdra

The most interesting site of all was the Hal Saflieni Hypogeum, a site so rare and delicate that we could not take photographs at all. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, only 80 visitors per day are allowed inside, and we had to make reservations two weeks in advance to obtain a ticket! In use from c3600 - 2400 B.C. the site is an incredible underground necropolis, carved into the stone as an underground temple for the dead that replicates the temples for the living built on the surface. Unbelievable.


This plain suburban street stands over the only prehistoric underground temple in the world!

Phew! That's a lot to pack into four days and really that's not all--we went to Gozo too! But, that's for another post. So, we'll say sahha (goodbye) for now.

Malta Photo Album - Click Here

04 February 2010

Snow in Germany, Snow in Colorado

It's February already, can you believe it? The last few weeks have absolutely flown by for me. There are so many things I would like to record here in our faithful blog, but before the winter completely gets away from me, I did want to mention our Christmas adventures and share some snowy photos.

My choir had its biggest performance of the year, our 30th Anniversary Concert, on the 19th of December. We sang Bach's Mass in B Minor (an amazing, technically-challenging work) with the Charlemagne Orchestra for Europe. A sell-out crowd of 2000 people filled the hall at the Palais des Beaux-Arts, making the evening really special. And, in my capacity as Alto Voice Rep, I even got to meet one of the Belgian Princesses, Princesse Claire! (Yes, a real princess!) There are some interesting photos of our dress rehearsals and the performance on the orchestra's website, including this one of me getting ready backstage.



Photo courtesy Charlemagne Orchestra for Europe

It was a wonderful evening and certainly worth staying in town for, but it also meant that we had to catch a flight to Colorado perilously close to Christmas. Considering how much we travel, we have been very lucky with seats, delays, and baggage up 'til now. I guess we were just saving it up for Frankfurt this year!

To make a terribly long story short, it was snowing all over Europe and wreaking havoc at all the major airports. A taxi picked us up at our apartment in Brussels at 7 am for our 11 am flight on Monday the 21st. We made it to our gate in plenty of time, but we were delayed leaving Brussels for two hours because they didn't plow the airport grounds enough for the baggage handlers to get through to the planes (seriously). There is only one flight per day from Frankfurt to Denver, and we missed it. We had to stand in line for SIX HOURS to get our tickets rebooked, and after all that we ended up being given a number to call and rebook the tickets ourselves. It was, in a word, bad.

We finally got to our hotel room at about 9 pm that night, after a nerve-wracking taxi ride in a blizzard. This was the view from the hotel in south Frankfurt where the airline put us up.




Pretty depressing, huh? Thankfully, we had a laptop with us, so we booked ourselves into a nicer, cheaper(!), and more centrally-located hotel. We spent Tuesday touring around and shopping (we had to buy some clothes and toiletries because we had no luggage). We went to an AMAZING Botticelli exhibit and visited the Frankfurt Christmas market.







Officially, they couldn't rebook our tickets for FIVE DAYS, however we managed to get out standby at the proverbial 11th hour on day three. We finally made it to my parents' house at 9 pm on the 23rd. Our luggage didn't arrive until nearly midnight on Christmas. Sigh. But, it could have been worse. We didn't have to sleep in the airport--3000 of the 8000 people who were stranded in Frankfurt along with us ended up sleeping there! We managed to enjoy our time in Frankfurt, all of our luggage eventually arrived intact, and, most importantly, we made it home for Christmas!

We had not been home for a whole year, so we were especially happy to be in Colorado. We spent some great quality time with our families and the few friends we could manage to visit. When we got back to Brussels, I was surprised to note that we hardly took any photos at all. I guess we had too many other things occupying our attention this year!

In the midst of all this, we had a wonderful week in Steamboat with Troy's entire family (parents, brother, sister, and their spouses and kids)! We cooked, read, played games, skied and snowshoed, and soaked up some much-needed sunshine! We did manage to remember our camera on two of our treks, so I leave you with these lovely images (the link to the album is below).












Colorado Trip 2009/2010 Album - Click Here