Well as crazy at this sounds, here I am in Latvia and I don’t know what to say except that I feel like I’m in the Muppet Christmas Carol.
My hotel room is on the 7th floor with rooftop views of the old part of the city.
Oddly enough, I had the best glass of milk ever. The cute little waitress said it was Lithuanian milk (Crystal you have to tell Neil) and that Latvian milk was much better.
I can’t believe I was brave enough to do this all on my own. I’ve never travelled anywhere and here I am, in a muppet movie.
its fun to have my own teacup. I’ve been drinking quite a bit of decaf green tea just to keep up with my cousin in the tea department at least. (I can’t keep up to him walking and his legs aren’t even that long).
And his tea kettle is brilliant (everything here is brilliant)
Apparently tea time actually means more like time to eat.