I spend my last afternoon at the beach. The interviews are completed, the streets of Vec Riga have no secrets for me, the weather is perfect, a trip to the beach is needed.I leave the dusty Riga and in half an hour by train, I find myself calm. Along an avenue with majestic pines, painted wooden houses rise gently. Some walkers join us. It is early in the week, workers are more likely than leisure travelers.
The beach stretches for miles, the groups are settled and enjoy the sunshine around the remains of a gargantuan picnic. I sit and contemplate the blue and calm water A few fluff disturb the peaceful wave and after felt the heat reflected on my back, I let the freshness come over me. Unable to swim, the Gulf of Riga is not deep and for hundreds of meters, the water does not rise higher than the hips.
I opt for Baltic swimming: some happy and short splashing before returning to the mainland and to have a little nap on my towel. I watch bathers, a father playing ball with his son, on my left, two little boys running toward the sea, on my right, two elegant walking along the shore, an umbrella stuck in the shoulder. The shouts of volleyball players disturb my peace. They win, they will crumble into the water. The wind was just strong enough to lift the kites in the sky. The atmosphere is perfect.
t's time to making-up of this journey, my experiences and results. I am thoughtful, time flies, already four weeks and it is time to go. I left the beach a bit nostalgic, Latvia has given me a lot of surprises.
