We got up a little earlier, (but not much,) this morning. Then we took a bus into the center, and went to the market near the Bus Station to find breakfast. Pamela found the market to be a bit too much selection, and didn't seem to know where to start.

I was, well, used to it though, and suggested making big old sandwiches, with cheese and Veggies. So, we got all that, plus some cherries and Strawberries to nibble on, and then from the flea-market section, a knife, (without TOO much rust,) to make our lunch with.

We were then only a couple minutes late meeting Silver, and shortly learned the quirks of this Auto, (A White Mazda "Combi", with a confusing car-alarm system.) Oh yes; we got quite a few looks in the parking lot, as we three focussed on this car, with it's alarm going off again and again.

So... we went and got Gas, and were on our way South.

-And soon stopped, went off the highway, towards the river, and had our breakfast, (the sandwiches,) on a sandy beach. Then, the weather being rather warm, we went swimming. THEN, we truly headed south.

We stopped in Põltsamaa, to try their Legendary wine. There's a wine-cellar under the castle in the center of town, where you can taste their different sorts. We two got inside, and found it was closed. So, no wine for us. But... we Looked at it. At least. Then we headed on down to Tartu and found our way through the streets to pick up the keys.

The Kleiman-Petersoo's flat, (or flats,) were empty, so it had been arranged that we would stay in them while in Tartu. All we had to do was pick up the keys from the Aunt of the family, But... she was away on vacation, so we picked the keys up from the aunt's mother. -who speaks no English at all. And neither Pamela or I could understand her German, (We think she also spoke German to us.) Still, we somehow understood each other, (at least I think we did,) and I spent a couple minutes cuddling the month-old kitten that was there.

We went directly to "home" as Pamela was eager to... hmm... feel she was living in a Room again, and not just from a suitcase in a car. She explained it to me later, that she prefers it much, much more, to feel Some sense of permanence, even if it only means having things unpacked and put away for only a day or two.

We called Marika then, (an old colleague of mine in Vanemuine Theater,) and arranged to meet in a short while. We also planned to look inside the theater. However, we were late getting out of the house, and then the theater was closed. So, we forgot about that idea.

Anyhow, we met Marika, and Mia-Alexandra, her eight-year-old daughter, and went to have a drink (and a bite to eat) at the University Khovik, (or so Pamela informs me. I personally haven't the slightest recollection of what it was called.)

It was chic... but that meant the portions were small, and artistically arranged on the plates. It was a lovely building, and tastefully decorated though. And we were on an outdoor roof-top terrace, which was pleasant. (Oh! and I really wanted to steal the leather "Couvert" the bill came in!) Also, Mia warmed up to me in the time we were there; She had been rather shy at the beginning. I believe that she remembered me though.

It actualy felt more natural and relaxed than when I met her in January 2004. Could it be that we just needed that time? I can't say that the conversation was seamless, but after every pause, it somehow got going again. she seems to be doing alright, although like every dancer in the world, she has complaints about her job.

The most positive thing now, in her life, is her apartment. She has bought it with a loan from the bank, so it's HERS, (Or the bank's, but it's at least not Rented.) There's a lot of work going into it right now, in fact, Marika's been renovating the entire place. (It's not a Huge place, but still; Both of the two rooms, the Kitchen, and the Bathroom are redone, or in progress.)

We went and looked in there after the Khovik. (Oh, and that means "Cafe" in Estonian.) She's happy with it, and has some wonderful, bright enthusiasm over it.

We all walked together back through town, and parted near the center; She and Mia were staying at a friend's to sleep away from the paint fumes, and Pamela and I were going in search of dinner.

Tsing Pleck Pang had already closed it's kitchen, (which had been my first suggestion,) so we went to Wilde's and stuffed ourselves properly with Potatoes, chicken wings, and a Ham/cheese salad. Wilde's is the "Irish Pub" of Tartu, though I don't know how truly Irish it is. It's well known in the town and very well liked though. Besides the bar and restaurant, during the day they have the perfect things for Pamela and I; a vinotheque for her, and a bookstore for me. How idyllic is that?

It ended up being too much food for us though, and I'm afraid that I embarrassed Pamela a bit when I asked if we could take the remaining Potatoes for breakfast. I was glad I did though, the next morning while eating those nicely spiced potato slices. Yum!

Oh! Also, at dinner Pamela was introduced to the Pear Cider of Estonia, which is really rather decent. Another thing which occurred, was after we had sent the phone number of the Kleiman-Petersoo house to Pamela's mother, Heide. She promptly called back, but I got to answer the phone. (Those who know me well would now smile, or groan.) Half of my inspiration was worrying that it might be an Estonian calling for the regular residents, the other half was my mischievous desire to tease Heide. So, I picked up the phone, and rambled off "Tere Õhtul, Mattiu on siin." -and confused Heide just... a bit. She then asked in her best, clearest English, (Which I very rarely hear,) if she could talk to Pamela or mister Sly.

I ended up feeling a little bad abound so tricking her, but it was... also fun. Anyhow, we talked with Heide, and then went to bed.