Malta 2018- Week Thirtyone

Monday

Today i never went into class. Instead I said goodbye to my friends as we went for breakfast and I saw them off to the airport. I cannot be more grateful for them as a group of mates, with the support they continue to give following me around the world so we can still stay just as close. Next year it'll be my turn to go to Madrid as they venture on their Erasmus year.

I didn't seem to remember that my mum was coming in the morning and not the evening, so I was straight from one family unit to another. We spent the evening in Sliema catching up with all the major changes that have happened in the last few days. I feel I have strength again, that I can conquer and do what I need to do.

Tuesday

Today was hard. Mentally. Physically. The sheer reality of everything hit me at once, and the downward spiral I could easily fall into. I ended up having to be open with my teachers and mates about what was going on (I wont discuss on here) and get back into the metaphorical driver seat of my life. Even though no-one wants a dip it reminded me of how I fell into dance in the first place. Dance is my home, my sanctuary and helps me deal with any issues that arise. I need to use it once more.

In ballet today, my teacher did Disney-Ballet and found a way to make me smile. Small gestures mean everything.

I am so lucky that I can be so open with my mum and god mum and loved our heart-hearts this evening just like best mates.

Wednesday

After my shortest dance day of the week, I headed into Valletta to meet my mum and god mother. I showed them around the street, shops and best places to get flower shaped icecream. It was a short visit today as soon I was on the Valletta-Sliema ferry and then walking to Teatru Salesjan for the dress and tec run the day before the Opening Doors Show.

I was introduced to an ex-head of the dance department at the University of Malta and had the fact of everyone knowing everyone in Malta re-iterated.

I miss the buzz of a show, getting ready and ensuring you know your part as close to perfection as possible.

today's still hard

Thursday

Today i felt a little lighter, better at balancing and more like a ballerina again. I LOVED BALLET. I love the style and will miss the daily classes SO much when back at Edge Hill.

In healthier performer we spent the class looking over the importance of a warm up and cool down and how to go about doing these for both mind and body. It was something I often over look but shows you can never look over the 'basics' enough as it reminded me of some bad practice habits I fall into.

Straight from class I walked to the theatru- SHOW DAY ONE FOR OPENING DOOR. I love walking in the sunshine and am lucky I have an excuse to have to leave the house and am forced to walk in the beautiful outdoors. I love just seeing the sea and know I need to live right by it.

The first show went amazing, and I loved having the privileged to see it from behind the scenes and be part of the team supporting performers before. My favourite moment is the final moment when they take a bow and you can see the performers as people for the first moments and the energy between them. KEEP AN EYE OUT ON THEIR WEBSITE FOR MY SECOND BLOG POST.

Friday

After classes, i showed my mum my studios and then the flat and from here we went to Mdina. A city I hadn't visited before. It was beautiful- like a castle. A fortress. Mdina will become a symbol of me right now.

I forget how much I loved feeling the sun on my skin, as we sat on a balconly terrace having a light lunch watching rolling hills from behind a fortified wall. We spent a few hours walking around this city, I can only compare to Dubrovnik, before I picked my bag for a sleepover at my mums and god mums apartment overlooking the sea in Sliema.

Our firework cruise to Marslaxx for St George's day was cancelled due to choppy water, so we spent our last day at our favourite restaurant in Sliema playing cards and drinking cocktails. My family drink way more than me.

Saturday

I said my goodbyes in the early hours of the morning, then headed straight to a friends and then the beach. We've made a pact that for my last 6 weeks in malta we will spend our weekends on the beach then in Paceville.

After a good spot of retail therapy and evening out my tan over my body, we got ready for a night out. My favourite Latina bar, Bar Native, started out with so many songs I did not know but soon became the club I have grown to love. I definitely need to work on my Spanish to sing along, or my Italian as EVERYONE IS ITALIAN.

Sunday

5 hours later we are at rehearsals for another choreography project in June. Finishing early was a god send as we all headed to a coffee house by the sea. THIS IS THE MALTA I IMAGINED. it is the most beautiful country when it is warm and not raining.