A morning and charming breakfast and we were off to storm the castle.
Sorry for the reference. Actually, we went back to the town we had briefly visited the day before, Kuressaare, this time with a all-knowing tour guide to led our way. The main part of the tour settled on the local castle fortress, very nicely restored, complete with moat. Down though dolomite stone corridors and stairwell, this was certainly one of the better castles I've encounter since my Finnish trip back eight years ago. Another example of the nooks of history that Estonia possesses in its soil. There was even a skeleton of a knight built into a cellar, included with morbid tale of forbid love and the old punishments for impiety. It /is/ a Mideast castle after all. Though the stuffed animals in the basement were very worn and photogenic.
From the castle we moved to the crater lake, a perfectly round lake in the middle of a crater, were a meteorite hit (maybe) over 3,000 years ago. The exact time cannot be agreed, though legends of fire in the sea echo through the ages. No substantial or written evidence has been discovered. Yet. We then, various snacks in hand from the shop near the crater (I got these garlic bread bites...otherwise known as Bad Breath Producers), went forth to windmills. None of them were actually spinning, which is understandable, because I don't imagine that spinning lumber would be safe to be near unsupervised.
The last stop was one of the four ancient churches on the island. Our guide pointed out the pagan symbols meant to ward off evil spirits, something conflicting with the church setting. Churches have come a long ways.
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