My friend has gone home and I am once again all alone in my little flat. Which begs the question – can a girl ever really be alone with a fridge full of delicious bacon and sausages…? But enough of the philosophical musings, and on with how the weekend went.
Suffice to say, after this weekend, I really need another one to recover. If anyone is looking for a good place to party, I can’t recommend Riga highly enough.
I met my friend at the airport just before 11pm on Friday night and we hopped in a taxi back to my place. After lovingly placing the pork in the fridge, I poured us a couple of glasses of wine and began the (very short) guided tour. My friend just couldn’t get over how clean and tidy the place was. At first I was delighted – my hours of scrubbing and sweeping had paid off. Then I realised that a flat with no kids is always going to look neat and tidy in comparison to a house with two kids. Short of placing a poo in the middle of the living room floor, I really couldn’t have failed to impress on this score.
An hour or so later, we were pretty much ready to go. My friend, still on Irish time, looked crestfallen when I said it was after midnight.
Mule: Oh. Is there any point in going out then? Will anywhere still be open?
Me: Ha ha ha ha ha! This is Riga, baby! The night is but a pup!
We got to bed at 8am.
Realising that setting the alarm for midday was probably a little ambitious, I wasn’t overly surprised when we woke up at 2pm. I was just happy that it was still bright. It had taken another friend of mine 3 separate visits to see Riga in daylight. Thankfully, my pork mule is a very laidback lady and was happy to just potter around Riga, taking in the Old Town atmosphere and doing a spot of people-watching.
And potter we did. My friend was amazed at how beautiful Riga is and must have taken around 400 photos. It was also really nice for me to act like a tourist again, and as it was a beautiful Autumn afternoon, I may have overdone the photography a bit, too. I’ve recently been told that Putin probably has a better chance of working for the Latvian Tourism Board than I do, so I thought I’d do my bit for Riga tourism here with some gratuitous shots of its loveliness.
The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of food, drink, frogs, friends and Lido, until I saw my friend off last night.
Hopefully I’ve done enough here to persuade some more people to visit my porky palace – oh, and Riga.
If I haven’t, check out these two expat blogs on Latvia for a different perspective:
Happy reading. I’m off to admire the contents of my fridge… again.