For my second day in Malta, I went to St. Peter’s Pool in the sweet little fishing village, Marsaxlokk.
St. Peter’s Pool was absolutely beautiful. The thin, silky sandstone rock was carved in the crescent shape of a moon, overhanging the crashing blue waves. I sat under the craggy, aerated ledges that folded in and out of the rock like frills on a petticoat. The thick dust coated everything.
I walked down from St. Peter’s Pool, past the rainbow of wildflower fields that were redolent with a sweet, warming scent, and beyond the panoramic view of Marsaxlokk town. The shimmering turquoise waters were topped with lonely fishing boats, and the edge of the waters met the sandstone buildings clustered on the hill.
Wandering down the streets, I noticed that some of the houses looked like grand Californian condominiums, with statues and extravagant doors at their entrances. I also noticed the abundance of British red telephone boxes, and a Costa Coffee seemed remarkably out of place right next to the Marsaxlokk Parish Church.
The waterfront of Marsaxlokk was filled with tiny colourful fishing boats (called luzzu in Maltese) bobbing up and down, bearing a pair of eyes at the bow that is said to ensure safety at sea. The only noises in this quiet town was the sloshing of the cyan water, and the swish of the palm trees that lined the dusty streets.