July 16, 2008
Riga is a warm, damp city, with the remains of the former Soviet Union clashing against the modern times of stainless steel, smooth glass and internationalism. We'd been getting drinks ever since we walked into the hostel bar, and I was more than a little tipsy when we got into the cab heading out to Arena Riga, and my mind was swimming while Amanda nervously wondered about what the concert would be like. The heat at the stadium was nauseating, but Björk's encore song made the ground tremble. It was a beautiful night and my mind buzzed with new impressions.