July 19, 2008
For some peculiar reason, I longed to return to Riga today, fingering the ticket stubs and the worn shoes. I loved listening to the language, enjoyed the food (that felt homely and yet not) and marvelled at the architecture, at the strange attempts to merge the past with the present. The air felt thick with history and thunder, and I stepped in puddles as I walked the winding streets of the Old Town in Riga, thinking to myself that I could live here, if only for a little while. The city would be wonderful to be lost on purpose in.