A weekend of blue horizons and limestone walls.
Sliema mornings, Valletta sunsets.
Boats to Gozo, a stop in Comino.
Clouds that didn’t last, sea that never ends.
We walked, we paused, we watched.
Somewhere between one pub and the next, I stumbled into Paul’s shipwreck story, back in 60 AD. That spark stayed with me and became a podcast episode weeks later.
