“Well, here we are after over one year of living in Malta. How has the first year been, you ask? Interesting, I say.” Talmaone looks back on a year of blackened ceilings, pigs on fork-lifts and ocean-swimming horses, and reckons it’s been twelve months well spent.
“Off we went, and in the first week of November we arrived in Malta to our little two-bedroom temporary apartment. Everything was easy, plain sailing – apart from…The Bank Account!” Talmaone and her husband make the move – though not without the odd bureaucratic hiccup after their arrival…
“A car from the hotel picks us up, straight to the hotel and, on our second wind after very little sleep, we have a drink and take a walk down to the seafront. Wow! What interesting buildings, little roads and paths. And a super seafront with promenade, cafés and all sorts of interesting things. We look at each other and say, ‘I could deal with this!'” Talmaone describes how she came to focus on Malta as a possible new place to live…
“Where does the story start? Maybe the beginning should be the reason for wanting to leave one’s country of residence for another. So that’s as good a place to start as any.” Reasons for moving to Malta from the point of view of a British expat living somewhere in the Spanish-speaking tropics…