On Saurday, May 12, I basked in the sun near Kuke on the western coast of Estonia . It was a short break on the second day of a 160km, three-day bicycle tour, or roheliste rattaretked. (Note the winter jacket, the winter hat underneath the bicycle helmet, and the winter gloves in my hand.)
Today, a little more than a week later, I basked in the sun on the balcony of my fifth-floor Tapa apartment. Not only did I bask in the sun; I drank Starbucks Papua New Guinea coffee and read the April 18 issue of Time Out London. (Note the authentic black Speedo swimtrunks, essential apparel for sunbathing, swimming, and doing hard work in Estonia no matter how big your belly is.)
