The strange thing about living in Malta is that seasons don’t exactly behave like they do in the US. While America slips into that crisp, golden, leaves-under-your-boots kind of autumn, Malta is more… “I can still wear a T-shirt at 4pm.” But somehow, Thanksgiving still lands with this cosy energy that makes you want to grab a blanket, light a candle, and pretend the outside isn’t twenty degrees.
