Hubby had had meetings unexpectedly in Tallinn just prior to Christmas then was asked to return again in the new year. Since he was going to be there longer and with a hotel room already booked, he suggested that perhaps I’d like to join him once his business in Scandinavia concluded.
Honestly I didn’t think he was serious hence it was a mad scramble making arrangements for the children who, for the first time EVER, would not be joining us. Once the bank balance was consulted, my flights were confirmed on his way to the airport, lol!
Finally with children secured and three flights behind me, I arrived into Tallinn under the cloak of darkness last Tuesday evening so come Wednesday morning, having been awake since 4am, I was more than ready for some quick sight-seeing before Hubby left for his meetings. With our hotel located in the Medieval Old Town there was something to be seen everywhere you looked.
Almost beside our hotel was Saint Olaf’s Church. It dates back to 1267 with its current form taking shape in the 16th Century. Between 1549 to 1625 this church was known as the tallest building in the World! Plus, the story is that during Soviet times, the KGB used this tall spire for radio communications.
Walking down the street with its cobble-stones, it wasn’t hard to feel as if we’d been transported back in time. Reval as Tallinn was originally known as, became “the” spot in the 13th-Century for traders who helped shape this city with this unique beauty we see now, completely enclosed within its own city wall!
Then turning the corner to the Town Square it was if Christmas had arrived again when we saw the city’s Christmas Tree still on display and better yet, the Christmas Markets still in place. How’s this for fate though, little did we know after we went back that afternoon after they’d opened the markets, this was their LAST day!
Tallinn’s Old City is simply beautiful with its old world charm and wonderful coffee shops. There’s so much to show you that it will take days, if not weeks so be warned. For a change it may be YOU instead of my children declaring… “mum, how much longer?”