After a 24 hour journey, with a uncrowded plane crossing the Atlantic Ocean, a standby ticket for the 3rd leg and missing one bag when I arrived in Valletta, I am gazing out the villa window at the surrounding honey-colored limestone fortifications that protect this convoluted natural harbor. I have slept for 14 hours curing any jet lag. I am ready to walk around the heart of Valletta as it takes on a Carnival scene and spot more young children in costumes ranging from penguins and alligators to Counts of Malta (not Monte Cristo) and white wigged British Parliament figures.
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