We headed down south to the border of Estonia and Latvia, and not far from neighboring Russia, for a weekend in nature and in the sauna. Our journey took us to Misso, and, although no one in the car even giggled my dry-humored attempts to joke about miso soup, there really is no connection.
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With a couple of friends, we rented a cottage for the evening on Lake Pullijärv, a very quiet and gorgeous spot. As there had recently been a hard freeze and a bit of snow, everything had that crisp, brisk feeling of fall. Coupled with our rustic accommodation - no running water and good wood-heated ovens and stoves - we really felt as if we had left the city far behind and could enjoy a simpler, more peaceful existence for a couple of days.
This is an aimless blog that gives voices to small joys, quirky happenstances, everyday occurrences, and occasional pesterings as the author navigates her life paths as an educator, transplanted Wyomingite, traveler, and curiosity seeker.
Friday, October 22, 2010
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