You Are What You Eat & What You Throw Away
Every time someone asks me how I'm enjoying Ireland, I tell them that I love it, but I miss the sun. So I went on a quick weekend trip to Malta, a small island off the coast of Italy, known for its cliff diving scene. I figured some vitamin D would do me some good! In the teeniest little inlet of ocean, there is St. George's Bay, made of pebbles and rocks. It's not the most luxurious place, but the sun was out, so I was happy. After crisping in the sunlight for a while, I decided to go scavenge down some shells (or go shellin', as my family calls it). But I couldn't find a single one. All I found was a trapezoid of coral, and bits of plastic literally every inch that I sorted through. Worn and smoothed, they were like our own versions of shells. I was about to settle on the sad piece or coral as my souvenir, but I couldn't bring myself to take it. The beach's shells are now twist-off caps, beer bottles, saran wrap, and bendy straws. I f...