Unfortunately, there was no eaves around here, but I found the familiar logo, which I used to see in London or even at Grafton Street in Dublin. It was M&S, in short, Marks and Spencer, a famous franchise retail store in U.K. Of course, without hesitation, I went into the store, because the rain was gradually quickening, and also I found the store-map that showed that the cafe was on the ground floor.
At the cafe, I said, hi, to the staff, and ask if this cafe had a hot tea, especially earl grey tea, the best drink to warm my body on such a chilly rainy day. The staff, a young boy, said to me, yes of course, but said that I had to pay for it in advance at the checkout counter.
O.K. it was easy.
Then, I took the ticket and brought it to the boy, and he immediately gave me a hot earl grey.
I knew that all our conversations were in English, and I was in M&S and took a nice, hot earl grey. It was that moment when I felt that this country had a certain history rooted in U.K.
Here was Valletta, Malta.