It is the third day of my biking tour; I am on the road with green fields stretched as far as the sight goes. It’s the countryside of Estonia. My legs are moving in a mechanical fashion, and my mind is wandering all over the places. It takes me back to the time I was on a Plane to Estonia for the first time.
How would the places be? Will I be able to bear the harsh weather, cold attitude, and an alien language? Coming to a place with only over a million residents from home of 220 Million, a feeling of loneliness was prevailing. What if I just couldn’t adapt to the new environment. What if?