Me: "What? We dont have a charger? Why didn't you tell me - I would have ordered from Amazon. How will I do my work stuff?

I've looked at every airport store and either they are closed or out of an EU charger. I have to have to get a charger!

Wait what we need an US to UK charger? Why? It's Malta almost a part of Italy! What if Istanbul airport doesn't have it?"

And so began our Malta trip. Overnight flight to Istanbul, good airplane food after a long time, crashed for 8 hours while obsessing about the charger subconsciously, a couple of hours of wait at the airport surrounded by the wafting aroma of coffee and then we were in Malta airport in the evening.

(I did find the charger in Istanbul after a couple of tries!)

The taxi from the airport dropped us off a couple of streets away from our hotel as we were on a pedestrian street. We walked up the cobbled staircase, with fairy lights twinkling in the narrow alleys, the bright chairs, the sound of clinking glasses and the hum of conversation. Our boutique hotel (read local establishment with a 24 hour front desk!) was located right at the heart of Valletta, right behind the majestic St. John's Cathedral.

The impending night cast a mysterious spell on the surrounding narrow alleys with their winding staircases and colorful unique boxed windows/ verandahs (which I was fascinated with and toyed with the idea of doing this at our house - and be cited for code violation!). We strolled around St George's Square with its large limestine paved courtyard and Roman pillars of tye main Guard building and chanced upon a staircase with tables precariously perched on the steps.

As the shadows deepened - slowly, very slowly, we let go of our crazy busy selves overloaded with work amd kids schedules and soaked in the ambience over aged Maltese wine and local pizza.