The weekend starts: On Friday evening. It’s always a relief to end the working week and welcome in the weekend.
An early riser? An emphatic no. I am an incorrigible night owl.
I’m at my most relaxed when: I can indulge myself by reading a book usually on architecture or urban history. An equally attractive proposition would be to watch a documentary related to historical political events or a biography of some historic personality.
Guilty weekend pleasure: Indulging in an ice-cream or a delicious slice of cake in an established caffe, ideally within the setting of the historic centre of a place like Noto or Ragusa Ibla in Sicily.
Saturdays give me time to: Conduct research in preparation for a forthcoming publication on Maltese architecture. On the recreational side, since childhood, I have acquired a great passion for playing chess on a competitive level. Once Caïssa, the goddess of chess, has bitten you, there is no turning back.
Sundays are for: Enjoying precious time with my family, unwinding at dinner, and relaxing in the afternoon.
My childhood weekends were: Mainly spent reading countless books and foreign newspapers (in the pre-digital era). I have to admit I was more of an introspective nerd. In fact, in retrospect, I should have sought to pursue more sociable interactions.
I close off the weekend with: Bemoaning the end of the weekend and preparing myself mentally for the week to come.