In August, Karen shared with us the first two installment on the results of her first trip:
Teaching my way through the Baltic - Part 1
Teaching my way through the Baltic - Part 2
Today, we're visiting the Baltic for the third installment!
To refresh your memory, Karen Albright Lin consults and edits for published and yet-to-be published writers of fiction, nonfiction, and book proposals. She writes in a number of genres and conducts writing workshops in various venues. Her website is www.karenalbrightlin.com.
And now, let's all set sail, and again join Karen in the Baltic!
We’d started in Southhampton, had visited Zeebrugge and its famous beer, Rostock in former E. Germany and its darker beer, Stockholm and its unmemorable beer, Helsinki and its watered-down, poor excuse for beer, and St. Petersberg--where we had no time for beer on our elaborate and expensive excursion. I’d taught “Have a Great Story to Tell” and “Writing Your Life” to the curious and receptive who’d passed up a popular quiz game, mud therapy in the spa, a glass blowing show and the fruit and vegetable carving demo. We were just over halfway through our two-week cruise.
Tallin, Estonia is a delightful sum of many quaint parts: little signs hanging above store fronts, cobblestone roads worth walking on despite the risk of twisting an ankle, ornate lamps, earth-toned vertical homes, arched doorways, turrets, and crosses cutting the sky, cute balconies, archery practice for a price, monuments to successful struggles against neighboring countries, sidewalk cafes and an unexpected gem, The Beer House.
After roaming the town between sun showers, we slid into an outdoor bench where locals enjoyed elaborate salads and beers. We ordered two different varieties from the huge beer-shaped menu. 16 oz each.
They were frequent travelers to Estonia from Amsterdam and had raunchy tales to tell of their homeland that went beyond medicinal greens and red-light districts. They shared a unique scoop on Estonia and Holland.
Our dinky beers paled in comparison to theirs so we slid our tiny diminutive butts close to them, took up their mugs (larger than my head) and snapped photos for fun. Since the pictures were on Wen’s smart phone, he immediately emailed them to our new giant friends.
We learned a few lessons: don’t judge a dinner neighbor, open up to even the most unusual fellow travelers, and be sure to tell others about the joy of Tallin’s honey beer, a nice finish to a beautiful day in Estonia! The best of our trip!
~ Karen Albright Lin