I am no joke, when our family does something, it is NEVER
dull and NEVER dumb(:
Right when plans were finalized for me to come to Riga,
Latvia for my 6 week internship (4 weeks are already done…), Mama said she
would definitely come to visit me while I was there. I mean, thinking back on,
my family visiting me here makes all the kinds of sense a Kennedy trip usually
does. If nothing else, none of us (besides me) have EVER been this far East, or
been to Latvia at all. Number One and Two. Third, with four weeks already here,
Mama figured I would know enough about the city to get it set for them to come.
Much to my denial of this fact, I actually felt really confident taking them
around and showing them things. And probably fourth and finally, it’s a trip
with unknown possibilities: of course we’re going to take that and run with
it(:
I legitimately thinking about it can’t come up with a
favorite day or even maybe a favorite thing we did. Really nothing was ever
disappointing. Honestly, the first day I pick them up from the airport, and Im
thinking “ugh, we’re going to have to lug their luggage through to the bus and
drive forever in a hot bus and get sweaty and blaugh, and then they’re just
going to collapse on their ok hotel beds and we’re going to be tired for the
rest of the night.”
And it wasn’t like that AT ALL.
First, Mommy and Daddy got a rental car, and not just any
rental car but a Nissan Qashqai (apparently they had just had one in Poland
before, so it was cool for them. I was just happy to be able to drive places
again(: ) So first we’re driving in individual air-conditioned awesomeness
through Riga to our hotel. Then the hotel is AMAZING, and Mama and Papa
surprise me by saying they paid for me and GLo to have our own hotel room!
Woot, the air conditioned heaven continues!
So we head out for dinner, and turns out the restaurant I
wanted to take them to (Lido) is LITERALLY (in the literal, correct
usage-of-the-word-literally sense) 50meters from their hotel room. And it did
not fail to impress! They serve all kinds of different meat entrees, potato
sides and desserts (notice the lack of veggies, but that’s ok), or as Mama
later called it, “pure comfort food”. Honestly, I was just happy they all liked
it so much, cause I LOVE that place.
The Cat House-unfortunately no furry friends inside.. |
And that was just the first day. Seriously though, everyday felt like a dream.
Instead of waking up in my rock hard bed with my flat slab of a pillow and
eating yogurt and muesli, Im waking up in a plush bed with the best hotel
pillows ive ever had, and going down to a fully loaded hotel breakfast. And
once work ends, the fun never stops: I’m either showing everybody around Old
Town Riga, or we’re going to a movie (Ghostbusters, the new Bourne movie or
Star Trek 3), hunting and catching Pokemon in a park, eating Čili pizza and at
Lido and at whatever other kinds of places we can find, going kayaking down the
Daugava river (which I’ve been waiting for for this WHOLE TRIP) or going on
trips to far away places! Favorite place was definitely Jurmala, with it’s
beaches and the Baltic Sea and just the happiness that exudes from every grain
of sand. But I can’t forget Sigulda, with all the cool castles and the crossbow
we shot, and the cable car that went over the river. Just way to many good
times to write in one blog post.Because what picture is complete without dabbing? |
So to return to my first point, I don't doing anything with my family could ever be anything but a mixture of unique, interesting, funny and SO FUN. Im so happy I got to spend a week in Riga with my family(: Thanks
Mama and Papa and Glo for coming – it was WAY fun!
Oh and Mama, we should come back here sometime(: Maybe when you and Daddy are here as a missionary couple???(:
Thanks again, Mark, for being such a great host. It wouldn't have been near as fun without your crazy knowledge of the city. You got us around there like a native! And it was good to FINALLY hear you speak your "native" tongue--all to our benefit, of course :-) #itsgrandtobeakennedy
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