Thoughts from a cafe in Malta

Danielle from London who blogs here is "driven by wanderlust, that lust for travel that runs in the blood of all the Loewinsohn's, Maack's, and Miller's who have left their land of origin and headed off to far distant places in search of themselves and their destiny". She gave way for the wind and found herself driven in the direction of Malta. She wrote this piece in a Maltese cafe while having a cafe latte and a sandwich. From Wanderlust:

Alone in a café I sit, just like my brother must have done in those nights he was shun by me. He too had a notebook and he too wrote. How does the outside world look upon those like us who sit alone at a café with a coffee and ciabatta? Surely they think us odd, perhaps loners with no one else in the world? So scribble away this odd creature does, not really knowing nor caring what the fish outside the glass wall think. Because here I sit, I am the observer. The all-watchful eye, gazing upon them, seeing their every move. Yet this is unbeknownst to them. I am a mere curiosity to them. But to me, they are the curiosity..

We all want to live in our own little secret worlds of privacy, clutter and misunderstandings. So I find it comforting being amidst all this alien noise. Amused even because I don’t understand, they could be speaking about love, death, sorrow or happiness, yet I am not bothered. Not the least bit concerned. They could be plotting against me but still I am indifferent. By not understanding you just leave things be, leave them fluttering, misunderstood. I love the diversity of sound and the inner peace sort of feeling that comes with hearing the rise and fall, the loudness and softness, the stress and accent. It leaves me be. Leaves me to myself, leaves me lost deep in my inner thoughts which only I can hear and understand. When you don’t understand you, simply put, don’t care. Almost as if it stems into being apathy. It is not important, just some background noise. I revel in this, I just love being in a foreign country and being drowned out by their voices. It frees me. Frees me from myself sometimes, and yes, even responsibility...