Then on the weekend we went away to Saaremaa, an island off the Estonian coast. Booked into a fancy spa hotel, we got totally chlorine-logged swimming in the various pools, the boys taking every opportunity to swim, while I curled up on the deck chairs reading on my new kindle (yay!) and pretended we were on the beach at Coolum. Just as good except no sunburn....
Saaremaa was a fabulous surprise for all of us. A friend told me we would be facing a touristy metropolis, so I was stunned when the little town of Kuressaare boasted only 3 souvenir shops, a couple of antique shops selling nautical equipment, and a handful of cafes. Lots of quaint wooden cottages. A big moat-surrounded, well-preserved medieval castle. There weren't too many other tourists, and it really felt like we were on the edge of the earth when exploring the delights of the island. Deserted beaches with artful grey rocky shores and little wooden fishing boats pulled up on the rocks. A lighthouse we could barely see for the fog. Geocaches hidden in the most interesting places -in bird boxes hidden in pine forests; in the ruins of Soviet bases set amongst juniper bushes; in rocky outcrops near old wooden windmills. What a wonderful weekend.
Guess it's not so bad turning 40 after all.
BTW, I figure 40 must be good for something - I managed to successfully make a pavlova first time in my life. All those years of wisdom, I tell ya.
Jump forward to Saaremaa. My little hedonists on the way to the pool. Or was it their "kiddy" massages? Either way, they were SO excited about their robes, which were, of course, "ninja outfits"
Exploring Kuressaare. Gotta love the street names.
The boys performing their "happy birthday mum" dance at the Kaali meteorite crater. Oh, YEAH!
This one's for you, Maria and Gerry!











