- February

February 24rth -March 3rd

Malta Holiday with Dad

Day Zero: Somewhere up there

Hoping for it all to be "so beautiful"...for a while...till the drastic decent sticks knitting needles down the sides of my neck and gets my sinuses to blow up just one more time…. Cloudy illusions ….a bit like smoke on the water that never really allows a clear view. Clear breath also rather a rarity during those 6 days.

Should have made a list regarding hazardous situations to avoid whilst “on holiday with Dad”:

Including tricky tables and bossy boots! But I felt so good about the fact to actually have one at all (holiday) that I never even thought about it or remembered all those ones before.

Day One: VALETTA

Getting there: almost 1 and 1/2 hour bus trip...and fortunately we snached up two seats ...most people standing the entire journey....more like cattle transport than tourist excursion!

Day Two: GOZO

Perfect moment of space and quiet…. No people just the uninvasive echo of my own feet Touching the solid surface of this little plaza leading to the inside of the cathedral.

Guess it must have felt/sounded rather different to my Dad, leaving shouting all through the soundless interior... running out... swearing that women and their heels from hell ( and he is not actually religious....!)would be the biggest disgrace …or something I could not really hear because I was enjoying the vibrant silence so much. Still it left me with this heavy feeling of one more time being trampled on and over rather disrespectfully….After all, he asks to be respected for being different ...though he himself does not exactly grant his almighty tollerance upon what or whoever does not meet his expectations. Seems a general human problem!

Keep forgetting that we are like fire and water anyway, could not be more opposite. Like we are living on completely different energies. Just one more time it became so clear to me. Food and some fighting spirit seems to be his, not that I do not admit that hate can get one awfully far on occasions. Sleep, sunshine and something that smells nice are mine. Where he loves his kiwi fruit in the morning, I am allergic to it . Rye bread the same. His reason to get out of bed in the morning. Me again allergic to rye (Dry Dead…Rye Bread!!!)…and where the daily shower for an hour is the only thing that takes me back from the dead …he hates showering and is convinced they are invented as a scam by the cosmetic industry to sell their products and ruin our skin.

I love hot he likes cold uso. I think basically the only thing we could eventually agree on, foodwise, is potatoes. And that they are better of in the basement than on anybodies plate.

Well after all it is nobodies fault really (or is it ?) that he is this extreme sports athlete (at almost 80) who leaves half (well more than half for sure) of us normal mortals behind and along the roadside. "Die schlappen Säue"... Really can not find a suitful english translation for this (effete, flabby sods might eventually come closest) ?!!???

Including myself even on a good day …never to mention when I am ill….unfortunatly all I felt from day 3 onwards.

Day 3 : MARFA BAY

Had to take a day off sick.

Could not move or breathe. Yellow bits keep coming and just one more time keep clogging up my head and overall well being. And really did not think I could feel that ill again. So After going back to bed , and having a real shower took some time for relaxation, stayed at the hotel for a little and went for my wellness voucher….So needed some down time.

Thinking about people and the way that those massive mass serving hotel complexes seem to preselect for the zombie accopalypse(!!!!) (Apocalypse ….seems impossible for me to pronounce it).

Really start to think it is not just something from a movie any longer but it is actually taking place all around ….and it is scary. Breakfast and dinner time are the perfect examples. All I see is those people running around like pigeons with a plate….without a sense of self. Stuffing food down their throat as if there was no tomorrow. Quite a few not actually just fat but seriously obese…barely fitting the chairs they are sitting in.

Writing postcards, reading a bit of dad's newspaper.

Never knew he seriously has/had a thing for Karl Lagerfeld!!! As he has absolutly no sense of fashion at all. But he said he really admired him for his views and general creativity for being a free spirit and thinker, who apparently was incredibly arrogant but seriously talented on widespread subjects ... ( And of course : Always all those great women. do though wonder what type of shoes they wear!? )

Makes me think that both of them must have hidden depths, I have not yet discovered.