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They have grocery vans in Gozo. They come round the villages once a day, honk their distinctive horn, and stop in the street. This, I'm guessing, is so idle tourists don't have to walk to the shop. They have everything you could possibly need, all crammed into a small truck. It's a tremendous luxury but it feels a little shabby having one's food delivered. It's not really any more expensive than the nearest shop, and a good deal more convenient if you haven't a car, as I haven't, and you need 4 gallons of mineral water or a hundredweight of potatoes.
But I came for some exercise and healthy living, so I walk to the shop, about a mile away. One of the minor, insignificant, paltry discomforts of living by the sea, is that everywhere else is uphill. I'm not used to hills, I wheeze and pant and
temporarily decry my tobacco habit. My legs don't work yet, they will soon after a week or two here.
I pass a farm on the way, I hear peacocks. Peacocks, I have since learned, can fly, though reluctantly. In the wild they roost in trees.
The shopkeepers must be used to the English, here in Gozo. The shop has Marmite and Hobnobs, Bird's Custard Powder and Johnson's Baby Lotion. The latter, incidentally, is imperative after a few days under the Maltese sun, if you wish to keep your skin attached to your body. I stack up on my staple diet, which will be tomatoes, cheese, bread, olives and pasta. I must live within my tiny means.
But I came for some exercise and healthy living, so I walk to the shop, about a mile away. One of the minor, insignificant, paltry discomforts of living by the sea, is that everywhere else is uphill. I'm not used to hills, I wheeze and pant and
temporarily decry my tobacco habit. My legs don't work yet, they will soon after a week or two here.
I pass a farm on the way, I hear peacocks. Peacocks, I have since learned, can fly, though reluctantly. In the wild they roost in trees.
The shopkeepers must be used to the English, here in Gozo. The shop has Marmite and Hobnobs, Bird's Custard Powder and Johnson's Baby Lotion. The latter, incidentally, is imperative after a few days under the Maltese sun, if you wish to keep your skin attached to your body. I stack up on my staple diet, which will be tomatoes, cheese, bread, olives and pasta. I must live within my tiny means.