I've seldom seen DCF so agitated as he became late today.
He was peacefully watching the sky and sea when all
of a sudden he cried out, "where did it go?"
the sun, a large red ball, had slipped below the horizon
and the little fellow was just distraught that he'd
never seen it again. I managed to soothe him somewhat
with stories of earth and that the sun went to the other
side. I'm not sure he believed me, but my calm
demeanor must have had some effect on D since he soon
fell asleep, tired after a long day of cruising.
He commented sleepily just as his eyes were closing,
"you know, this vacationing is really hard work."
again, and D woke early, grumbling that he thought he
was growing thin and frail. When asked why, he
said, "well, yesterday we ate fish and then ate
fish again for dinner. I feel like I'm turning
into a fish." I chuckled.
We went up to look for
breakfast only to find that we had forwarded our clock
once too often - and it wasn't even time for breakfast.
D was a bit miffed to learn that he could have slept
for another hour.
was not much impressed by the modern town of Tallin.
He rather fancied the spires and battlements of the
old town on the hill. The imaginative little fellow
has quite a thing about knights and dragons, anything
that is part of the world of the past. He seems
very aware that his ancestors go back in time at least
as far as mine - and maybe even longer. Our bus
was unable to travel the old town so D had to content
himself with peeking at an old tower through the open
hatch at the top of the bus. Our guide was most
insistent that we know how many people would come each
yearto the folk arts festival - D saw a group of little
girls in their native costumes with colorful ribbons
fluttering from their head dresses.