Take me to the sea!

Anyone? I miss the ocean! Never understood how it´s possible before it happened to me. Surely, brought up in the middle of nowhere, completely landlocked, what do you expect. Listening to Anto´ and it´s making me melancholic, reminds me of the last night I went partying in Clonakilty. Or to be exact, the morning after, walking home from a strange houseparty, having the best fifteen minutes alone with the town. Just me and Clonakilty. You know that when it´s time to leave, you see everything in a new, usually even a better light.

There´s new moods in the room! I´m getting dancy with Elder.

Sipping coffee from a big red cup, having a ciggy on the window. It´s very.. how can I put it.. I suppose it´s as cliché as you can get? Okay, maybe not that extreme, but close enough.

Had my first day working in the pub yesterday. Serious shake in the hands, I kept doing the same mistakes, but all in all, I suppose it wasn´t half bad. I still seriously suck at pulling a pint of lager. It´s not even a pint, actually, it´s 0.5 l and we only have 3 beertaps. I never got a hang of it, even after working in a pub in Ireland. Although it was only for a month, should have been enough time for practicing the fine art of it. Wish we had Guinness here, I´m good at pulling a nice pint of stout.
It´s well cool working there, though, because before leaving Estonia, I practically lived in that pub for three years. I´m really thinking of organising live music nights there. The place is tiny, but they used to have musicians there every now and again, it´s possible. Should ask Gavin if he´d come and do a sitting room session for us. :)

It´s well nice to be back in the "big city". Not even half a city, really, with it´s 102,414 citizens. 102,415 now that I´m back. Tartu is the second biggest place in Estonia and it is the place i´m proud to call my home, although I spent most of my life 100 km southwards before coming here 5 years ago.
The first thing after I got back here on Saturday was to take a walk around Toome Hill. Tarbatu, the ancient fort built on it at around the 6. – 8. century, is where Tartu began. Now it´s a huge, pleasant park that seems to get you anywhere in the city you happen to be going. As soon as the grass is dry, it´s also full of people emerging in all sorts of social activities, mostly drinking.

Well, I´m off to ’doing stuff’ or ’running errands’ now, whichever tickles your fancy. They´d better not call me in for work today, I need a day to recover and lose the shaking in my hands.
Huh!

PS: going to the market and talking to the old ladies really pays off, one of them sent me a bottle of homemade wine last Saturday.