Estonija.

I am back in Estonia. Maybe it is female hormones talking inside me, but I feel so sentimental. Being away 8 months slaps you in the face like a big black boot. Everyday problems are so far away from me, I could not care less what is happening outside, because my bed is soooo warm and fluffy. Suspicious African kid would be truly suspicious after seeing my fridge. 

Today is a bank holiday and I went to the store to buy a good bottle of wine. I did not even want one, but after being used to with Swedish restricted alcohol policy it was a pure joy. And the prices! SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!

"STOP TEH MADNES, I WANTS CAEK!":

I am just sitting on the couch and watching the fireplace, my crutches stand next to me. Now I need a lot of cats and knitting skills, then we had a Old Lady Super Combo:

"O-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom" - The Story of these last three days:

Later more family members came over and we tried to fold swans from napkins, but failed.

This will do:

"IM GONNA SMILE AT U, BUT IT RLY HARD, CUZ DIS CAEK GETS ME DISTRACTD":

"MAH HAND, I LUV IT":

We found Nemo, it was in the oven:

My friend Vanja came over. Every time we get together, one public servant at "Mixing Russians and Estonians together" department will be pleased.

Integrating all the way:

I won concert tickets, but hurt my leg. Cannot be lucky all the time.

Here comes a little recap from my last days in Sweden, before I left to Estonia (it is really nice to be here after 8 months of absence, but I will come back to that later). On Friday I managed to win two concert tickets at Berns. I was beyond happy, because never have I won anything and to get in to Berns is truly expensive. Never mind that the concert turned up to be a bit of a disappointment (being polite here).

Berns never fails to impress me:

Me and Ott, we were brave, who went to the outdoor terrance. 

It was like -6 outside, almost spring weather:

Not being overly egoistic here, but it was really funny how many unattractive people there were:

Berns seen through the eyes of a LSD lover:

Walking home with full moon. 

The likely threat of werewolves:

On Saturday we had a plan to go dancing at Marie Laveau, which was first time after January for me.

Before we warmed up at Lappis of course. 

This is us taking ominous shots of tequila:

X marks the spot, they say, where treasure lies,

But it marks not these spots here in front of my eyes:

J is for just when I'm on my way out,

A friend with a credit card yells "It's my shout!":

F is for finding myself tucked in bed,

With "the falling from stairs", a memory gone from my head.

(On Sunday I spent my time at the hospital, because I had a battle with gravity and it won)

After that I just stayed in bed, since it hurt a lot and I had to use crutches to move.

Still I managed to go to work on Tuesday. Here is my cutest child wearing my wellies:

Now I am at home. Happy, waiting my Mister to arrive. 

Casual Thursday on the 6th floor - Charlie's Angels

We had an usual Thursday on the 6th floor, which meant that Charlie and his angels were dancing on the chairs and tables. 

Stockholm - mixing European cultures since 2012 August.

My headband caused such a furore that night.

"Sistah - sister for niggas":

Never mind the prices here, but the variety and the knowledge you get - priceless: 

Canada is calm and relaxed, Scotland is getting little bit anxious:

Let's enjoy this so called best place in Earth:

I'm a bird:

When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven:

Gingers be crazy:

"Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that.

Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?

Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that.

Charlie, how you Angels get down like that."

We heard that they are going to change the taste of Coca Cola:

Kaur, I am all good:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NhRM6Rf6mI:

My first ever St.Patrick's day celebration

*Warning! Following post might promote intoxicating substances and overly cheerful life*

Now I have come to a point in my life, where I am not able to say "Never have I ever celebrated St.Patrick's day" anymore. I have no regrets, because Sunday never has been so bright and pleasant. Sadly Monday has never felt so grey and dull, but that is another story.

On Sunday Charlie of Scotland (I gave him rather royal name) found a Irish pop playlist on Spotify and invited friends over. Wearing green and/or comedy headwear was a must.

The demoiselle on the left was the guest of honour, because she was Irish and the only one at that party. Plausibly the demoiselle on the right also has some Irish roots, but I have not have the opportunity to confirm it. 

Nevertheless the fact how they knew the songs by heart and moved like Riverdance on tour, suggests their nationality/roots:

Superficial preparations do not go together with St.Patrick's day:

Some of us have their exam period and should have been in their rooms studying.

If it is hard to resist, stop resisting it:

While exploring the house, we found Sean's spaceship that supposedly is an oven. 

"Aliens, man!":

Group picture vs. "No time to explain, must drink this cup...":

His parents heard, that he had some difficulties with Estonians and their alcohol consumption, therefore his father suggested him not to date one. "Charlie, never date an Estonian girl, they all have big scary brothers".

So true (love you, bruv)!:

Little did they know, I enjoy being in the closet.

I love my boyfriend, but I love Narnia more:

It must mean something different in Scotland:

After I found out that the national animal of Scotland is the unicorn!:

We were constantly on the watch for the northern lights, 

because of the magnet storm that were happening around us (spoiler alert: we saw them)

Mix and match 

(I should get an award every time I am drinking on the picture):

Icelandic women are no joke (In Estonian: ei ole mingi ih-ah-haa-ah-ah-haa),

 because they can lift you up without using their hands:

Amused people from France and Germany, 

who were not acquainted with the St. Patrick's day customs:  

"Five drinks for everyone":

Gentleman are evaluating the evening:

Keep those friends close, who are able to carry you home:

I have no idea, why are we examining the passport of 

the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (that is a loooooong name).

Which reminds me that I should apply for a passport, I have not had one since I was 16:

Bonnie and Clyde:

Even though my underwear is trying to escape the scene, it is still a good friend-photo:

On our way to the roof to see the northern lights:

Thank you all and I will end this post with a photo taken in Tallinn that evening: