Europe: Estonia

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It was March 1989, and the Red Army was patrolling the streets of Tallinn. It was right during the “Baltic Revolt”, when the Estonians were declaring their independence. So it was rough, but we managed not to be stopped at a checkpoint, and visited some a high school while there. It was illegal to fly the national flag too, the old Soviet Estonian flag was still flying in downtown, but the tricolor “sinina, must ja valga” was flying atop “Tall Herman”. We stayed at the Viru Hotel. What a cool time it was! And we met the Estonian resistance at this pub in the old town, and had pizza and beer and sang songs, but did not understand a word! Okay, I’ve been there a total of 3 times now, and cannot wait to return. Okay, along with Finland, this country changed my life.

over 6 years ago

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alejestem

alejestem
Madrid

Little Magic Country

When you think about it really, Estonia has so “little” to offer on the surface. I remember getting to Otepaa or the highest point in the country and we drove by it without realising what it was. The hill up to the Church in my home town is higher!

However, to really appreciate Estonia you have to look at subtle details. Thankfully these abound. My favourite experience was visiting the Old Believers in the Setumaa region of Estonia. It was fascinating to be invited into their homes and learn their history. They showed us their icons of St Nicholas and were careful not to share utensils used by us (as non-Old Believers)although their hospitality knew no bounds. Later we caught up with the main community in Riga.

My lasting memories are of Grandma’s place (a cool restaurant) in Tallinn, the Old Town of Tallinn and then the GREEN of the leaves all over the country and the water.

I love Estonia.

Thanks for your words. It sounds like you were there at a fascinatin time.


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