I’ve always been a person very interested in the “emotional journey” and the spiritual quest. Unfortunately, having a tendency to have a wildly active mind and a reluctance to manual activities, I often found myself lost in swirls of existential questions too complex or too simple to be entrusted only to the capacity of the head. The practice of meditation and the contact with nature and animals have, in recent years, their good part to help calm me but I still did not really marry completely the counsel, that I felt turn by various people, to try to devote to practical activities in order to silence the mind and let my inner voice space to emerge without needing to scream desperately. And then I went to Malta, invited by a dear friend, I was a waitress for a month and I realized, in fact I witnessed the manifestation of so many unpublished parts of me, that I felt in my whole being what many had I tried to explain.
Being my first experience as a waitress, I was initially terrified of not being capable so I immediately tried to compensate for the lack of familiarity with a high level of concentration. For hours and hours straight, six days a week every time I prepared the room, set tables, carried the dishes or, even more, I lifted the trays full of glasses, every part of me was totally present in what I was doing and, what’s more, this being a work largely practical, I felt the body and the mind quiet. It was a great surprise start to leave work feeling tired physically but mentally very relaxed and serene inside.
Also because of the slight Maltese atmosphere, I began to have more fun with the little things, to appreciate the simplicity, to spontaneously find new and more profitable ways of reacting to various situations, to love no more qualms or fears my essence a bit ‘ crowds and, finally, to find my creativity – Travel alone because it has, in fact, also Maltese origins. In short, I am not exaggerating if I say that I started to feel in connection with myself and with the cosmos as I was going for time. Bring trays helped me to experience what it meant to stay in the present and I did it with pleasure for a month.
Then come to the end of this period the Maltese friend asked me: “Boil it all down, what has left Malta?”. I, sitting in the Bay of Saint Julians, with the roar of the waves and the chatter of tourists in restaurants in the background, under a perfect half-moon light, I sought an answer to this question and I have found a thousand.
Malta has left me much more than I ever imagined, I was very surprised. He left me a decent tan, the kg more, the new sunglasses and a collection pietrolina ground. He left me the ability to bring dishes and trays of glasses without disaster, confirm that you want the sun and the sea in my life and un’appagata passion for the lights on during the night to decorate homes, churches and the waterfront. He left me the satisfaction of having lived a great friend of mine abroad and warmth of having met new friends. But, above all, he left me a pleasant feeling of lightness, a live stimulus to creativity and a sweet taste of freedom.