Guest Post: Connectivity, Or The Art Of Being Stranded
1Recently, I found myself in Għarb, a place so beautiful it feels almost unfair to leave it. The sunset was glowing over the dome of the parish church, the rows of old historic houses stood proud, the air carried that quiet Gozitan wisdom that says, relax, nothing is urgent. Except, of course, getting home. I stood at the bus stop, optimistic in that