surprises

Yesterday I couldn't find my phone. I called it using our landline. It was in the second drawer of Epp's side of the desk, ie. a small, blonde person probably put it there. Today, it was the same story. I called using the landline, and found it at the bottom of a bag beside the desk. Looks like the same small person hid it on me.

She also hid two apples in my bag, or someone did. My bag still doesn't smell too good, unless smelling like fermented apples is acceptable. You can take the boy out of Tartu, but you can't take the Tartu out of the boy. Or something.

Marta went to Veski today. She was so excited. She even got up early in the morning and begged us to take her there. "But it's not even open yet," we told her. She didn't care. The kasvataja (literally 'grower') asked her "Should I call you Marta or Marta Maria?" and held out her hand. "You can just call me Marta," Marta grinned.

I am here in Tallinn at a conference, but I can still slightly smell those apples. Your family is always with you, I guess.