Our trip to Riga was in many ways an afterthought, but it ended up being extremely enjoyable! Originally, when my parents were planning our trip, we had expected to go straight from Tallinn to Moscow and on to St. Petersburg, Russia, but it turned out that the train took too long, and there were no direct flights; everything went through Riga. The quickest option included a 6-hour layover, which was just ridiculous, so instead of sitting around for 6 hours, I arranged with AirBaltic to split the flights over a 2 day span, so we had 27 hours in Riga. This ended up working great, as we got in early on Wednesday and left Thursday afternoon, and managed to squeeze seeing a ton of sights into just over one day.
We started our day by going to the top of St. Peter’s Cathedral in Riga, where we had an incredible panoramic view of the city.


After seeing St. Peter’s Cathedral, my parents and I strolled back towards our hotel, which was just around the corner from Riga’s Domed Cathedral, where we met Tom and Lucy Sponsler, Fulbright friends who I had met back in August in the Bay Area, and all headed to lunch. Tom is a law professor teaching at Riga’s largest university, and he and Lucy had invited me and a bunch of other Bay Area Fulbrighters to their house in Moraga, CA back in August. Having met back in California, it was very fun to all get together in Riga—not only to see familiar faces, but also because I knew that Tom and Lucy would get along well with my parents. We got lunch at a Latvian place called Lido, all had a great time.

Tom had a class to teach shortly after our lunch concluded, so after gaining as much insight as we could into Riga and the "sights to see" from Tom and Lucy, we parted ways and checked out more of the city.
Highlights included walking through a MASSIVE market that spanned 5 former airplane hangers, where one could buy anything from fresh vegetables, seafood and fruit to fake designer goods, antiques and even underwear.


Again, here we got to see real Latvians in action, not the pre-packaged ones that are designed specifically for tourists. This was my kind of place, even though I chose not to buy pigs feet or jellied eel.
After successfully navigating the maze of vendors, we had a lovely stroll through one of Riga’s many parks, walking along a river that was home to paddle-boats, canoes and gondolas that clearly hadn’t been in the river a few weeks before. Just like in Tallinn, the weather was gorgeous, and the people walking around the city also radiated with energy, just like Tallinn had the past few weeks.
As Tom and Lucy had told us, part of the energy was obviously attributable to the fact that Riga was playing host to Hockey’s World Championships while we were there. In fact, in one of the parks they had set up a giant TV

Our walk through the park took us to Alberta Street, a 2 block stretch that is famous for its unique buildings with art nouveau façades. Lucy had recommended we check it out, and we were glad we did.

As the day wound up, we walked back towards our hotel, cleaned up, and then went back around the corner to the Domed Cathedral where we heard a tremendous organ concert along with saxophone and bell accompanists. The organ in Riga’s Domed Cathedral’s is apparently “renowned throughout Europe” (it sounded great, but I’m not an expert by any means), and all of the selections sounded good. I particularly liked when the organist would play the ultra-low tones that make your body (and the church) rumble. There’s something about feeling music within me that I just love, and this was no exception.
After the early-evening concert, we wandered around the old town near our hotel a bit more, looking for both an Internet café and a place to grab a bite to eat. We found an Internet café first, and as we were asking the prices, a woman who was just leaving the place said, “Hey, you’re Americans!” And just as she had done with us, we identified her accent as American, and we got talking as we all left the place.
It turned out her name was Ilze, and she was a American (from Iowa) with Latvian heritage who had recently moved back to Latvia to take care of some family business. As we were walking and talking, we asked her for a suggestion on a place to eat, and she enthusiastically suggested a garlic-themed restaurant called Kiploku Krogs, that we just had to try. So when we asked how to get there, she offered to walk us there, and we continued talking, which was nice, so when we arrived, we asked if she’d like to join us for a drink. She gladly obliged, telling us more about herself and about Riga, and asking us about what we were doing, and the conversation was just great. So as we talked and had a beer, we invited her to stay for dinner (as she had recommended the place, after all), and she accepted and was extremely appreciative. She was tickled that strangers could and would be so kind (her words), but we were also happy to have made the connection we did, not to mention ending up at a place that real Latvians enjoy going to. So, taking her to dinner was no problem, and we were glad to do it; it was fun for everyone.
After dinner we said goodbye to Ilze, and after checking out the big screen showing hockey for a few minutes, we called it a relatively early night, as we had to pack up our stuff for Moscow and see some last-minute sights the next day.
We wrote a few postcards, walked around town a bit more and I even found an unsecured wireless network (thank you OptiBet!)

After momentarily tying up our ends, we spent the last of our Latvian Lats on a taxi to the airport, checked our bags, and boarded our Fokker 50 to Moscow.
We knew Moscow was different, but little did we know how different it would be when we’d disembark.
More soon...