For Saturday we had invited us to Tartu for lunch and filled ourselves with smoked salmon, tomatoes, baked cheese breads, fried potatoes and yellow beans offered by my parents.
Around 4pm we left Tartu towards Latvia and arrived in Jurmala at 8pm. At first we had the idea of bringing our stuff to the room and hurry to the beach to enjoy the best sunsets in Baltics, but our hostess did her very best to obstruct this plan. While I was checking us in, Scott was checking out the restroom and the lady, wanting very enthusiastically introduce Jurmala to us, refused to do it only for me: We wait until husband here too. Once the husband returned to the reception, the hostess spread out the map and started to point out how Jurmala is placed nicely between the sea and the river and where exactly our walks should take us. We finally managed to get the room key, however the lady insisted on walking us to the room, to make sure that we are able to find the door, merely 8 feet away from the reception desk.
We arrived at the beach exactly 15 minutes before the sun hit the horizon, walked along the beach, took some pictures and walked to the main boulevard to grab a light snack before hitting the bed. We chose Cafe 53. I got grilled chicken breast and carrot juice and Scott, ever the optimist, took pizza in addition to his salad. My chicken and the warm carrot juice were good, Scott's salad seemed fine too. Instead of pizza he got a loaf of bread with a pile of cut ham in the middle of it and covered with a lot of cheese. We didn't plan to return to that cafe.
Around 4pm we left Tartu towards Latvia and arrived in Jurmala at 8pm. At first we had the idea of bringing our stuff to the room and hurry to the beach to enjoy the best sunsets in Baltics, but our hostess did her very best to obstruct this plan. While I was checking us in, Scott was checking out the restroom and the lady, wanting very enthusiastically introduce Jurmala to us, refused to do it only for me: We wait until husband here too. Once the husband returned to the reception, the hostess spread out the map and started to point out how Jurmala is placed nicely between the sea and the river and where exactly our walks should take us. We finally managed to get the room key, however the lady insisted on walking us to the room, to make sure that we are able to find the door, merely 8 feet away from the reception desk.
We arrived at the beach exactly 15 minutes before the sun hit the horizon, walked along the beach, took some pictures and walked to the main boulevard to grab a light snack before hitting the bed. We chose Cafe 53. I got grilled chicken breast and carrot juice and Scott, ever the optimist, took pizza in addition to his salad. My chicken and the warm carrot juice were good, Scott's salad seemed fine too. Instead of pizza he got a loaf of bread with a pile of cut ham in the middle of it and covered with a lot of cheese. We didn't plan to return to that cafe.
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