I've lived on Gozo all my life, born to families from Gozo and Għarb who have been here for generations. As a student I tried living near the University in Msida and couldn't manage more than two days at a time in the city before the island pulled me back. These days my work takes me to the airport sometimes more than once a day — and I still spend as little time as possible on the other side.
If you want to understand what Gozo really is, here's the secret the day-trippers never learn: the island belongs to you in the early morning and the late afternoon. During COVID, when the ferry closed, Gozo returned to its former glory for a while — quiet beaches, space for everyone — and it reminded me of my teenage years, when we'd walk down to Xlendi or catch a bus to a beach that felt like our private paradise.
You can still have that, every single day. The trick is rhythm. Skip Victoria and the popular beaches in peak hours, when the day-trip crowds have taken every parking space and every patch of sand. Why fight for a spot for your towel? Instead, go for a swim just before sunset, then relax over dinner and a few beers when it's quiet and the locals come out. Visit the beaches at eight in the morning and have them almost to yourself.
And this is the whole argument for staying rather than day-tripping: you never have to rush back to a ferry in time for dinner on the other island. You're here when the herd leaves. In summer, that's when Gozo celebrates — village feasts most weekends, and if the crowds aren't your thing, find a quiet country spot, park at the side of the road, and watch the fireworks from the best seat on the island.