Yo es tonian?

Downtown Old Town Tallinn.

Estonia. My family tree used to stretch back to here. It still might. We're unsure. For a long while we thought that a part of the family was from Estonia and Latvia. Then I signed up for Ancestry.com. Lithuania.

Destroyed my understanding of the world. Fortunately, I have no understanding of the world, so the reconstruction process hasn't been overly difficult.

(And actually, there still might be some Estonian lineage on another part of the baum (that's German for tree -- Baum baum), so let's call it good.)

Incidentally, I don't think I have family from Tolland, Conn., though that would have been a much quicker trip.

Oh, a bus driver in Helsinki had some sort of medical issue causing him to shake. Seems dangerous, yeah?

Also, there was some sort of toilet product called Katrin. Katrin in the latrine. Meant to make joke for Kappi (aka Kathryn, aka Katti, aka Katrin, aka Kap). Forgot. Until now. So there. Anyway ...

Tallinn, Estonia.

I oversleep. That's fine. Wander around. Cool town, lovely day. I eat Kompressor pancakes. They are large pancakes. And they are good. 

Go Chelsea!

Big town hall and town hall square, many shops and restaurants, cool churches on hills, remains of a castle/fort -- very charming town. 

In all, I'm wearing out a little. Cough isn't helping. I checked out WebMD and other sources. Seems it almost certainly is a standard post-viral cough. Can linger up to a month. Lovely. You're a post-nasal drip. 

And this blog. It's great for looking back and remembering these trips. But I find myself still impressed but less surprised on this my third euroblog trip. Sometimes harder to decide what to write while considering what be amusing to reader. Or at least to me. This ain't no standard travel blog. It better have spunk. 

Oh, hair crap. When my hair is this long, there's a fine line between bohemian/hippie and creepy psycho (go ahead, make joke). I inadvertently had left my hair stuff in Helsinki. I need product. So I buy gel. Use and lose -- it falls out of my bag. Gone. So I buy more crap. Use more crap. Take a nap. Wake up to drumming. I still kinda hate drummers sometimes. Even though I are used to am once one.

Later, I  head to awesome Olde Haus -- the cool restaurant I mentioned in last post, though I might be messing up name. Was willing to have duck, though guilt over puffin comes into play. So I go w/salmon upon waiter reco. With dark honey beer. Good food. Salmon fine, as far as salmon goes (pun opportunity here), rice good, bread thingy good, pickles good, sauce good, even beans edible. Not bad....

It's a medieval-themed place. Fun ornaments, parchments, descriptions, waiter outfits. And they have fox berry juice. I don't know what that is. But I'm sure it's berry mice.

The servers here are dressed in old-style skins, as if from the olde days. But that's normal for them. Well it isn't normal, but they do it every day. Not just today.

It is Halloween. Seen a few witches, dude with the scream mask, some  goblin-type thing, and many dressed as tourists. More witches just walked by. Ok, not terribly original, but points for trying to embrace this holiday.

Anyway, eat and leave, hit an Irish pub. Chelsea-Man U. is on. And there is a Halloween party. With karaoke. Bar is playing "what is love, baby don't hurt me." Girls from bar staff in slinky-ish costumes are dancing in the corner. Combination of all this is hilarious.

Maya he, maya hoo, maya ha, maya haha.

So I chill with Chelsea fans, sing New York, New York (I know -- it's my go-to) with some British girl (the first image the karaoke screen shows when song begins? Twin Towers. Awkward ...), have cool convos with other Brits and a crazy guy and a wacky group and stuff. There were lots of people.

Johan. The crazy/amusing guy. He insisted I looked like Ron Jeremy. And he insisted the United States invade Norway. And complained that he can't enter the USA because of his 58 convictions. Convictions meaning arrests/prosecutions, not strongly held beliefs.

Pigeons attacked me at bus station.

Then the bartender told me they don't have bathrooms, that I'd have to go in the alley. She was kidding. But she sold it well. It was amusing. 

Anyway, hung with some very cool Brits and Estonians for remainder of evening, found way back to hotel, slept. Good times.

Wandered around the next day, saw a few more cool places, continued to thoroughly enjoy the narrow, windy, cobblestone-y streets of the Old Town.

Then I got on a bus. It was an awesome bus. Which I already blogged about.

I watched "The Adjustment Bureau." Liked it better second time.

And I didn't randomly spill coffee on myself or some woman next to me. Though that might have been fun.