Happy memories, wishful thinking

Maloy from the Phillipines writes about the therapeutic attributes of her Maltese memories:

I long for intelligent conversation. I love to discuss things with a person who shares my knowledge and interest. I only got to experience that once in my life with Dr Rene Randon of Malta he was 65 yrs old at that time. I imagined myself in love :) He speaks English, Italian, French and a little bit of Spanish, aside of course his native tongue, Maltese.His collection of books is quite extensive. It was like heaven for me, just perusing his collection. He lives in a centuries old house. It was beautiful. His wife, who is American is charming and generous. I love them both.

I had the time of my life in Malta. That is were I met my best friend Marina who is Russian, sweet Sylvia who is Swiss German, deceptively innocent looking Swede, Karolina :), Cool Dude Markus also a Swiss German, Charming Okan who is actually Turkish in lineage but holds a Swiss passport, Swedish covergirl Marie who cried buckets when it was time to go home and of course the best thing that ever happened to me, my Italian love, Michele. :P The best I ever had and who totally knows how to take care of me. Did I already say that he was Delish? Yum! :P

I felt privileged living and experiencing what Malta has to offer. I met the best people there. I wouldn't mind going back. Just a departure of the usual gloom that I have been writing about these past days. A therapy of some sort for me. Just looking back at the most memorable and happiest moment of my life might do the trick.