YO!

I saw another V40 today.  Rad.

OKAY.

ALRIGHT.

I kinda don’t feel like typing at the moment.  But I’m going to.

So I like the hostel I’m staying at still.  There’s a bunch of native English speakers here, which is really pleasant.  I’ve met plenty of people who speak English, but it’s weird how pleasant it is to talk with other natives.  Anyhow, we went to a bar that’s built into the side of this big hill, so that was cool.  I didn’t get any pictures last night, but I took one this afternoon that’s not totally terrible.  Apparently it used to be some sort of an armory or gun powder storage place.  It was cool.

The map I have of Tartu has all the cool sites marked on it, and a convenient little yellow line that you can use as a walking tour, so today I followed the line around town and saw all the big sites.  I took a ton of pictures, and it made me realize I am doing exactly what I always complain about in other people’s photos.  Just taking pictures of things, you know?  I used to try to put myself in all the pictures, so..  you know, at least there’d be that.  Most cool places you can find other, better photos of (like post cards or whatever) but it’s rare that you find a nice photo with your face in it, right?  Oh well, boring pictures of old buildings.  We’ll all just have to deal with it.

So I was a tad bit hungover this morning, just a tad, but I did stay out rather late and get up rather early.  NBD.  The problem is that there’s this pathology museum which is basically an old scary house full of jars with weird alcoholic livers and smoker’s lungs and deformed babies, etc.  That would turn my stomach on a good day, yet I still thought I should check it out today, a bad day.  Not a good idea.  Perhaps the worst idea I’d had since going to a bar at 2am a couple weeks ago.  JUST FYI.

I had a pretty good lunch today, which was great!  (Yes, I mean the meal was good, but it was great to have a good meal.)  I think it was supposed to be a french place.  I got some grilled eggplant with mozzarella and tomatoes, on top of a bed of lettuce doused with honey mustard dressing.  The whole less than the sum of its parts?  Perhaps.  I did have the entire interaction with the waitress in Estonian, so that was cool.  (To the extent that nodding/shaking my head counts as Estonian…)

I feel like a smoothie.  Or maybe just ice cream.  OR MAYBE A NAP!