Yesterday, party at the dorm. What else, it was Friday, after all.
Quote of that night (during the three minutes I was there):
“Why don’t you drink? That’s not normal.”
[I don't drink alcohol. Just because I don't.]
Even better, today, having just come back from running:
“Did you go running? [Yes.] - You’re crazy.”
Has he read what I mentioned yesterday?!
Today, I finally managed to get to the bazaar at Berga Bazaars (a pretty upscale kind of shopping arcade close to Riga’s central train station), which is held twice a month - and apparently, every month (not just in summer, as one ad poster for it had led me to believe).
It’s pretty interesting because there is some “antiques” (oh my, all too many medals from Nazi times and areas) and artisanal things to be found.
And, there are stands by Latvian eco-producers and Slow Food Latvia. Like the above, selling quite simply bread.
Austria may pride itself on its bread and pastries, but I still think that Latvia has more and more artisanal kinds of bread. And, even if you could find similar breads in Vienna, I doubt that people would stand in line for it like that.
So, I had a chat about old varieties of apples (and some other things) with a nice lady there - as far as my understanding of Latvian allowed, anyway.
And, I got to meet Martins Ritins, *the* famous chef of the Restaurant Vincents in Riga and founder of Slow Food Latvia. Cool thing, that!
The only problem is that otherwise, I was only out and about running errands, and plain running, so I still haven’t gotten any of the work (which needs to be finished this weekend, preferably) done… Well, there are still a few hours left to this day.
Training note:
01:15.33,9 - 11.28 km - TE 3.1
I think this is the first time, certainly during the time I’ve been training in Latvia, that my EPOC peak was in the first half of training, not at the very end.