I accepted a challenge as Lead Software Architect in Malta.
I had already my share of learning software languages and natural languages and although most people speak English, I feel the need to learn Maltese.
Basically a mixture of Sicilian and Arab with pieces of English and French.
Besides the very interesting work ahead, something weird happened to me with (or should I say in?) Malta.
Ever felt at home in a foreign country as soon as you came out of the airport?
So guess what?
Really, do I need to give the answer?
The photo shows what is painted on the engine of the plane that took me to Malta for the second time.
Bright idea and a good way to stimulate interest in a foreign culture. H/T
Writing this in Malta, flying back to the Netherlands tomorrow, I can't wait to get rooted here.
My internal alter ego tells me:
Ronald, heads up, a bit more then a month to go before entering a new phase of your life.
I completely forgot: For each major change in my life a song is associated. I don't know how I choose them, but one always just feels right.
For my move to Malta it is Morning has broken by Cat Stevens 1971 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn_To9dyxaQ).
A marvelous day to all of you.