The ferry ride from Riga to Sweden was quiet, gentle.The sea was calm—gray, endless—mirroring the stillness I felt inside. I spent many hours perched up high, watching the ship’s wheel turn and the water boil beneath us.Thoughts came and went, bitter memories churning again and again, like old wounds opening in the salt air.But the… Continue reading →

I arrived in Riga, the bus rolling to a gentle stop—an old terminal, familiar in structure but somehow more elegant than the one in Tallinn.The pavement was clean, the shelters well-kept.Brightly painted benches.No graffiti.And flowers—flowers on every window, as if the city itself was proud of its face. There was a shuttle into town, but… Continue reading →