Jessica A. Colley

On a Sunday morning in Malta, colors, sounds, and smells all fought for my attention. Walking through the traditional fish market in Marsaxlokk, a basket of rich, purple eggplants caught my eye, but soon I was distracted by a fisherman slicing off salmon steaks. Remarking on huge heads of broccoli, a crate of fish fresh …

  Every time I built up speed on my bike, I slammed on the break, seduced to stop and stare at the local wildlife. It was spring in the Aran Islands, and baby swans (called cygnets, I learned), ponies, and calves were enjoying the warm weather as much as I was. Roosters didn’t seem bothered …