#talllinn

[postcardsfromwanderings]

Toompea Castle and the Parliament of Estonia, Tallinn

[goodprospects]

Tallinn, Oct. 2018

[krisssknut]

Tallinn, Estonia

March 2018

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ohwondermusic: 800 - t a l l i n n // This isn’t what we thought our first time in Estonia would look like - WUHHHHT!!!!! 🇪🇪 that was kicking OFF!! 😍

[goodprospects]

Tallinn, Oct. 2018

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St. Nichola’s Church

[raingallery]

Empty frame

[lilweirdling]

The long – short trip.

The morning didn’t break yet, so we just stood there. The cold stung, I didn’t feel my hands or feet, yet I couldn’t leave and head to the station. It was our last day in Tallinn. Mid – winter, if I remember correctly.

The water was leaping over the rocks, so they were slippery and I was a bit scared of falling. I thought about staying – where it’s so wintry and cold, unwelcoming even. At least for one more night.

-          We should leave, it’s getting too cold

So we left.

Tallinn. There are some cities that you just want to visit, for no particular reason. We walked around for as long as we could bear the cold wind; rain turning into snow, and rain again. For anything, just sitting beside the window of my dorm was enough.

We got lost, though I don’t believe this is the right combination of words. We were lost from the moment we set foot of the bus to the moment we got back on it. I don’t imagine it’s possible any other way.

So we walked and walked, and walked. And when I thought to myself that perhaps there’s nothing more to see (judgment affected by the fact that I couldn’t gather were my feet hurting from the cold or the intensive walking), we stumbled upon a beautiful coffee shop with some really over – priced coffee, which we drank anyway.

This, I believe, what traveling is all about.

A candy shop, the sea. People drinking coffee on an early Sunday morning. A girl with chocolate all over her face, holding a doll in her hands and refusing to use a napkin.

A carousel of cups in the window of a fancy café. Teenagers who politely invite you to come in, standing in the cold as if it didn’t really exist.

English was not the strong side of many locals, but for us Eastern Europeans skolko stoit is well understandable.

I have to visit Tallinn again. I will. Maybe this fall, maybe when the last snows will melt. I didn’t get enough, as if it was one really big gasp of air after not being able to breath. I like things in short takes, sometimes even prefer it. But long and slow is as magnificent as the other.

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So this is my short recap of my trip to Tallinn. I haven’t visited much, partly out fear of traveling alone, partly because I’m an adventurer who’s scared of adventures. Yet I think I have so much to write about, at least I want to think so. Mainly the people. They’re always more unique.

A short intro to my next story, just so I wouldn’t wonder off like I’m used to:

-          I don’t have a cup for you.

-          I don’t need one, thanks.

-          You said you want some tea.

-          Yeah, I figured you’d share.