Malta, or "Molta" as the locals say it, was simply refreshing, and not only because of the soft breeze or the coolness of the air (hey, we did choose to go in February after all!); Malta was simply unlike any other place we had ever been to before. Even when we tried to compare it to other places, we simply could not match it up. That was it: Malta was incomparable. It truly perspired uniqueness. The people there were unique too. Their looks were of the most exotic around and their kindness; truly authentic. The only bad thing I've got to say about the people is actually something they could easily work on: their driving and littering habits. A car ride in Malta is almost guaranteed to make you sick. The islands might be small but you'll find yourself wishing you had booked a hotel even closer. You'll pat yourself on the back for not renting a car though; they drive on the left side, they have a lot of construction going on, almost no road signs, winding streets, and race car driving habits to top it all. Despite this alarming trend, we still hired a taxi driver on Gozo island. This happens to be the smartest thing we've done so far while travelling. The driver was a laid back local who drove us all day for a ridiculous price, waiting in the cab for sometimes an hour just so we could hike and took us to the most enchanting spots of his native land. We even got to eat in a fresh seafood place, his favorite, located in a surreal fishing village. A truly authentic experience, far from most tourisit traps.  Highly recommended. So recommended we'd love to go back...because one time isn't enough.