Woke at hotel Calypso on Gozo with sun shining through the curtains, drying socks on washing line cast shadows like a procession of hooded monks. Time for short walk along sea-front at Marsalforn to supermarket, with colourful fishing boats coming to land their catches. Easy to become absorbed and forget one’s destination. Later, chef cooked our breakfast omelettes individually, in airy dining room overlooking harbour.
Mini -bused to the sleepy village of Xlendi, nestling at end of a long narrow blue cove. Promenade led to paths along the cliffs which had delightful variety of spring flowers. The walk along high striated white cliffs contrasted with yesterday’s yellow wave shaped cliffs, and Azure window.
Walkers came towards us, the only group we saw in the ten days. It was nice to call one by his first name, and shake his gob-smacked hand. A useful reminder to ramblers not to keep their luggage labels on their back-packs!
Detoured into Sanat, to find Maria’s Elvis themed cafe open, with no milk!. Rosina had been tending her fields, and opened her traditional bar, poured us beers and coffees, and gave us some local Easter puddings to taste.
Along high cliffs, passing ancient stone burial chambers, enjoying sunshine, with picnic at Mgarr-ix-xini cove. Up steps carved into cliffs, now overlooking Comino Island. We climbed the steep cliff paths reaching stone walls of Mgarr. Pausing to enjoy a drink, a horse being washed in the harbour, and a dog in the sea searching for crabs, we then walked to our waiting minibus.
A delicious meal, including swordfish steaks, impeccably served by Calypso staff, followed Jan’s briefing. After dinner wandered round the sea-front, still warm enough in our fleeces to sit outside the small bars for a nightcap, listening to the lapping sea, before turning in for the night.