Sunday morning,
as many people do, we went to church, for it is where people from the village all meet. For us it was a good way to make new contacts and also, a good excuse to sing. Moreover, we wanted to see what a mass in estonian would be like. The priest was named Margus, we had heared about him and knew we were going to see him one day or another. Though we could not understand a word of his speach, we enjoyed the service, the singing, and even trumpet playing ! There was also a little boy who didn’t seem interested in all this and was having fun hiding behind a column and making faces at us or droping wood clippings from a balcony. Since we couldn’t follow the service, we had fun watching his mischief.
After mass, we were invited to share coffee and pastries at Margus’s place, not far behind the church graveyard, with some of the people we had met already at the dancing on friday evening.
We enjoyed the rest of the day riding our bicycles on the flat roads around our place. not much to see, but it felt good to be in the sun… (on the picture, here is a storks nest we saw on our way)
