My mom, the cook

I’ve been thinking about the time when my mom was the cook at Pooh Corner. The children would ask “Is that your mommy?” That was a nice time. My mom poured so much love into the food. I wish I could have some of that love today, because I have a cold (I think Evan gave it to me when we skyped). My roommates are taking care of me, but it would be nice to be at home just for the weekend.

I am trying to figure out what to eat here in Malta.  Every time we move to a new country it takes a few weeks to get used to the new food and where to buy things. And we only received our scholarship payment for September TODAY, so I’ve been shopping at the supermarket where I can pay with my VISA card. Now that I have cash again I will start buying my fruit and veggies from the veggie guy downstairs. I’ll take a picture for you, it will make you smile. It’s a nice way for the neighbours to meet and chat. More veggies will make me feel better right away.

I’m off to bed, I have until tomorrow afternoon to get better, because we’re going on a boating adventure that I don’t want to miss.

xoxox

 

…and the moral of the story….

There are no short cuts!

A few times now we thought that we were very smart and took the short cut home. We haven’t learned from our mistakes yet! Here in Malta the streets are so misleading that you end up at the opposite side of the island… Today for example we took the bus from Valetta to school. We were almost there, when the driver turned and took us along the scenic route through all the districts around our university… It was like a comedy, we were getting later and later for school with every turn the driver took.

We had a lovely morning though. We got up early enough to see the sunrise at the harbour, applied for our Maltese ID card to get reduced bus rates,  saw a little park way before all the tourists arrived, and even sat in a cafe. We were so ahead of ourselves this morning until the crazy streets os Malta slowed us down…

I read somewhere that there are no short cuts in life, only those that we imagine.

Centres of Innovation

Our first module this semester is called Professional Reflections. We will have several teachers and guest lecturers. We just finished our first two weeks with Linda Mitchell from New Zealand and it’s been amazing. She not only looks like Natalia’s grandma, but is very inspiring and nice to listen to (because of her accent).

She has been telling us a lot about Centres of Innovations in New Zealand. The staff in these centres work with researchers from universities to investigate areas of their practice. I would love that job. I would love to be one of the educators inquiring into practice with my colleagues and a researcher, and I would also love to be the researcher who supports the team of teachers. Unfortunately, funding has been cut to these programs and I will not be sending resumes to New Zealand…

Monday

got up with the sun. did yoga. ate breakfast on the balcony. walked across the street to the university. concentrated all morning. ate lunch in the shade. read an article. went to the beach with friends. floated in the Mediterranean. ate ice cream at the seawall. had dinner with roomies. wrote a postcard. thought of the beautiful people in my life.