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I remember traveling to Malta many years ago. It was a stop between Rome and Tunis.  It was always a place with deep rich history but what I had echoing throughout my mind as I got off the plane and went to the hotel was the old WWWF wrestling cards on Saturday.  I was hearing the announcer introducing “from the Isle of Malta—Baron Mikel Sicluna!”

Youthful memories

come inopportune moment

a bad guy grappler

Now Malta is a beautiful place.  There is tons of history and old forts and buildings to visit.  The climate is temperate and there were hordes of lovely women with raven black hair and deep brown eyes.  I remember a lovely waitress coyly bullying me into drinking an entire bottle of Maltese Falcon wine.  (I’m also a Humphrey Bogart fan).

Also Bogart fan

conveniently titled wine

and unsteady walk

I could saunter along the Grand Harbor and note the ruins from the forts where they withstood an Ottoman siege in 1565.  I listened to their native language which blended elements of Arabic and Italian. I enjoyed meals of rabbit and wine but I always kept thinking of the old announcements from those Saturday morning wrestling shows. 

History is fine

enjoying the fine cuisine

the announcer sings

From the Isle of Malta

Baron Mikel Sicluna