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The England national football team recently played a Euro qualifier game in Tallinn, Estonia. Okay, I’ll give you a minute to look it up on the map if you’re not familiar with this tiny Baltic country. By the way, if I hear one more comment about Raheem Sterling being too tired to play I think I’ll go ballistic. Anyway, before I go completely off on a tangent, at least the game reminded me of my time in Tallinn.
I visited Estonia, well Tallinn really because I didn’t leave the city, in 199something. It was when I was in St. Petersburg doing a summer course in Russian language. Some of the students decided to go to Estonia for a weekend trip and I joined them. We took the night train from St. Petersburg and to be honest I don’t remember a lot about the trip, except the Russian guards taking my passport when we crossed the border and then returning everyone else’s in the group except mine.
I’m tired. And I’ve got a cold. I blame the children going back to school and bringing the nasty bugs home. Plus the weather has turned damp and I’m thinking about beaches. Except I’m too tired to pack. So I’m sticking close to home for this blog post, but still visiting a beach.
I live in one of the most beautiful parts of the world. With thousands of lakes and mountains, I could spend decades exploring my home province, and still never get bored. So here’s a shocking confession.
My new story, Miss Guided, takes place in St. Lucia. And in celebration of its release, I’m going to revisit the Caribbean island where my husband’s parents were born. We went there in 1999 and I have been trying to get back ever since.
We stayed at the most amazing resort, called Le Sport. Despite its name, it is actually more of a spa resort, although all water sports are included in the price so I guess that’s why they called it what they did.
Inspired by Celia’s comment in the Taj Mahal post, I’m going to revisit Iceland today. I was kind of saving my Icelandic memories, as I’ve written a story with Icelandic characters and was going to highlight the country then. But with the craziness that is my current writing life, who knows when I’ll get back to that story. Anyway, for this post I will concentrate on Reykjavik and area and leave Akureyri for another time.
The Taj Mahal is one of the most iconic buildings of the world, representing undying love. I’m sure everyone knows the story. It was commissioned by Mughal emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his third wife, Mumtaz Mahal, a Persian Princess. She died giving birth to their 14th child. Obviously, he was quite keen on her.