At the throat of Xlendi Bay was a number of restaurants. We sat outdoors on cool winter evenings with the sound of water lapping against the shore. I don’t remember what we ate, but I do remember one night an eighties music video played and I couldn’t stop laughing at the padded shouldered singers with their gelled hairstyles.
During the day we hiked Xlendi’s narrow path out of the bay, past Munxar and almost to Ta Cenc Cliffs close to the steep drop along the Mediterranean Sea. Crude stone structures littered the landscape. I learned from my daughter stationed in Malta, they were hideouts where hunters lurked waiting for anything with wings to fly in their direction. Maltese men were notorious according to other Europeans, for shooting any bird, no matter how rare. In the season, the sound of gunfire filled the air.