For many years, I’ve known that one of my favorite things was to go for a bike ride in the country. Now I’ve learned I should have been more specific. Which country?
Today’s ride was a short ride out of Tartu, Estonia, on kind of a clunker. For a while I was on a pleasant bike path separated from a not-too-busy highway; nice enough. But then the trail left the highway and I was on small country lanes, passing wild flowers, mustard fields in full bloom, wheat, potatoes, little streams. Of course, part of the fantasy is to get far away from everything, find a stream, and sit on a rock in the sun reading, hearing nothing but birds and the gurgling stream.