Between the bookshelves.

We keep moving. We almost thought the only thing we could say about today would be "we went". We thought we might add some whining about how bad the walking along a non-asphalted road is to make this entry two sentences long. The night was warm, dry and well slept and for the first time in our (and perhaps also stage's) life we ate our breakfast in the middle of a stage.
Eventually we left Mārsnēni, really happy about the indecisive sun who kinda wanted to heat us up but was quite shy and hid behind the clouds a lot.Wind helped a lot and kilometre after kilometre went by. Sooner or later.

And then we ended up in Trikāta. This was our minimal plan for today with a note that after Trikāta we would make another three or four kilometres to make it our official "daily twenty that we can afford to do because we were so overachieving with "daily twenty-five" previous days".
The first impression almost disappointed us. We have serious opinion now about where Latvian towns place their "town starts here" signs. We mean, one cannot induce fake happiness in people who have just walked 17 kilometres to reach the town, seen the sign and then have to deal with the fact that before the actual town starts, there would be another grain field, a bit of forest and a river. It upsets people. Like, REALLY upsets. Later we found out there is even a reason for that.

Our plan in Trikāta was to find a place for a civilized meal that would not be canned fish with whatever else we have (since yesterday evening we have quite a lot, when it was in the shopping basket, it certainly did not feel like weighing as much as at least two tents, now it does).That failed. All two people we asked explained, that there is no eating place and only food you can get is what's in the shop. That one we already had.
We decided to go for our other need from a civilized place - some phone charging option. Our first choice was to go to the post office, even Lauma thinks that post-office-ladies do not like her in general. These one should not have seen her before anyway.
However, before taking the last turn to the postal office, we noticed a sign that said the same building has also the local library in it. We switched our choice immediately and here we are.

Soooooo, what do you get in a local library if you arrive as a person who has walked here from Riga?
1. You get served tea and chocolates. Both really tasty and both really from the bottom of the heart.
2. You get to talk to someone who is not the other person making the same trip you are. And you get to tell a lot about what you have experienced and you get to hear how unique and fantastic it sounds to someone hearing the stories about it. This is probably the first time we started realizing that other people take this as more outstanding and significant than we do ourselves.
3. You get a cold water bath for your feet and even a towel to dry them afterwards. we did not doubt about having found another paradise before that, but this made it completely sure. Look at our happy faces! Do you even doubt that going to library is cool (in all senses of this word)?

4. And of course, you get the internet (with a proper keyboard) and electricity for the phone charging and opportunity to rest out of the sun's reach as long as you need instead of as long as the library is open".
In general we wanted say that Trikāta's library feels like home for us, and for that we really thank to the absolutely wonderful librarian. But, to reach our goal, sooner or later we would have to go anyway, so we are planning to do it so that we could at least to try to make it to Strenči tonight. It is, aferall, "ten kilometres" only, as we were told.
And we are still in our happy mood and still sure that everything will keep falling in right places for us until the very Tartu. Walking feels easier (at least at some points) and we feel stronger, at least mentally, with each day.

Afterall, we are still alive.