We all know that Latvian is easy-peasy - just add "s" to the end of each word and start speaking like native Latvian. That's what we did, for example yesterday we went to Akvaparks, around lunch time reached the finishs (finišs) in adventure park and in the afternoon we passed a farm named Marianne Tuss.
The morning had an optimistic start. After all, we were located right next to the main street and 8am sharp the ties were ironed and hair done, so we walked to the mentioned street to choose the best one from all the brunch places there to have some pouched eggs, oatmeal and freshly baked waffles. Thought, not executed. Turned out that at 8am we can only see the still dark restaurants through the windows. We were already ready to give up and go back to find some store to grab few yogurts when we noticed a hotel, which clearly had thought about owls like us and opened their buffee just 5 minutes ago. Since the English level of the service wasn't very good (yeah, for English just adding "s" is not quite enough), they weren't able to argue with us and in addition to Saskia also Robyn got the kids price. We grabbed some coffees and ate pancakes, donuts, oatmeal, sausages, eggs, croissants and everything else that looked good.
We rolled back to the hotel, where right after opening the door it was clear, why they had used the "air freshener". The room smelled like 8 rats would have left their lives there weeks ago. We packed quickly and started our drive to an adventure park in middle of Latvia.
The adventure-amusement-dinosaur par had carousel area, tubing, moving dinosaurs, adventure trail (that ended in the already mentioned finishs) and a lot more stuff. Everything except wifi. We made few rounds on the carousel with Robyn, went tubing with Saskia, acted as adventure trail cop while Saskia was on the trail, because clearly most of the kids and their parents couldn't read Latvian or English and climbed constantly on the same sections, where Saskia was currently and did a lot more things.
Since the local eateries didn't look very appealing, we planned to eat on the way, thinking that there must be dozen on towns on the way with fancier bars or cuter cafes. Well planned, travellers. We couldn't even spot a grocery store. Around Cesis there was finally a sign that pointed out gas station and cafe. All that was left from the cafe was a table, two chairs and an empty fridge. At least there was a store in town, where we could get some Pringles, dairy desserts and string cheese.
We drove home, where mom had made chicken soup :)
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