I try to never pass up an opportunity to count my blessings.

For three!

For an hour of mad flipping at the Olympiskais Sporta Centrs, completely unhindered by intrusive cattle.

For the means to spring for an impromptu Latvian value meal (“kompletks”).

For this most excellent hombre. (And the, gulp, 983-calorie Rudzu burger I devoured in approximately six seconds flat.)

For one of my favorite cities in the world.

For slapjack.

For these beautiful hands, and the beautiful young woman attached.

For an array of delightfully ketchup-laced Latvian-style pizzas. 

(Because apparently the thousand-plus calorie lunch didn’t quite satisfy me. Gad.)

For this vessel of ridiculous beauty, as seen from our hallway window.

Goodnight Riga. I’ll never be able to quit you.


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