Languages fascinate me. The way they sound, the way they look, the ways they are related to each other. For me, one of the highlights of our Malta trip was the Maltese language. My first encounter with spoken Maltese was on the plane where we got to hear the standard flight-related announcements in both English and Maltese. I knew it was a Semitic language, so I didn’t expect to understand anything. Yet it sounded more like an incomprehensible Italian than anything like Arabic or Hebrew.
Then we arrived in Valletta’s Airport and I got to see the written language. It looked more difficult to pronounce than Polish. Check out the blunt smoking warning on the cigarette display that I found in the duty free store. Fortunately, the English is alongside the Maltese. Otherwise, I would have never been able to decipher It-Tipjip Joqtol.