Maltese cemetery
Mary Murphy
March 30, 2014
Some people celebrate their birthdays in style. Some ignore them completely. Others still, like my mate GB in Malta, visits a Maltese cemetery. He’s not
Some people celebrate their birthdays in style. Some ignore them completely. Others still, like my mate GB in Malta, visits a Maltese cemetery. He’s not
I still get occasional flashbacks to playing in the school band. I failed miserably with the accordion, had slightly better success with the melodica (mine
I travel. A lot. And I love it. I like finding new places, seeing new things, meeting different people. And when I go back again
Back in the days when I first started travelling, I had this urgent need to see everything. I’d visit cities having done my homework and
I’ve been coming to Malta on and off since 2011 – maybe three or four times a year. And just when I think I’ve seen
I’m a firm believer in managing my expectations. If you tell me it’s going to be brilliant, I’ll settle for great. If you tell me
Someone told me a while back that people die twice. Once when they physically expire and again when their name is spoken for the last
It’s not difficult to be Irish abroad, especially not in Hungary. And especially not during the lead-up to St Patrick’s Day. When he was writing
Being caught in the embrace of two hairy men, their arms wrapped tightly around me as they shook me up and down all the while
