First let me say…I would NEVER make it as a travel agent. I booked the flight from Sicily to Malta from the closest airport I could find - Trapani. I could have picked Catania- but on the other side of the island it seemed so far away. Turns out it was only 15 minutes further. Oh well. Our little airport in the fields of Trapani filled the bill, and so we left Cefalu for our ultimate destination - Malta.
Jim bought our lunch for the trip…he somehow missed the small individual bags.
And true to all of our Italian flights, this plane is an hour late.
We arrive at our hotel, the Phoenicia - and it is gorgeous. Our room looks over a very flat rock roof, directly into the walled city.
We split a hamburger at the hotel and head into town.
Not sure what was burnt into the hamburger bun, but it was cool.
We are off to explore Valletta at night.
And of course another gelato.
Looking forward to exploring more tomorrow
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