The Last Supper/Lunch
We then headed back over to the youth centre where
they wanted to show us a little more about the sort of things that
they got up to over there. So we spent some time filling jars with
coloured sand, twisting wire into odd shapes,
and hey, making wicker baskets. Very rock and roll. The bit where
we stamped coins could have been cool if they’d let us make real
currency ….Jonathan had protested about doing this when he first
got a clue what they had a store in for us. “Have they let us down
yet?” I asked him, “just do it”. I think he wanted to kill himself
by the end of it, or more to the point, to kill me. Or just to kill
someone. Anyone. It probably helped that I quite like exercising
my artistic bent as it were, so I was happy to be learning how to
do things I’ve never done before, even if it has to be said, I’ll
probably never do any of them again… once I’ve finished my wicker
basket of course…
We all piled into the car to head to lunch, and
were mildly surprised when we got out of the car thirty seconds
and about four hundred yards down the road at the restaurant. The
guys from the circus were there as we had our last Latvian lunch.
I felt that we should all sit round one side of the table for pictures
but decided against suggesting it. We walked back to the
centre after lunch, which was a bit of a push, but I think that
we were just about up to it.
It was getting to the point where it was time to
leave. We spent more time talking about other projects that we could
do, and had that sort of ‘rounding everything off’ meeting. All
too soon though it really was time to leave. There were more gifts.
Jonathan was presented with some very dainty cups, whilst I was
received a bottle of local liqueur. He complained that I’d won out
in the gift stakes, but this is what he gets for wanting a cup of
tea every second of the day and not hanging around when we were
getting drunk. There was also more chocolate than a chocoholic could
get through in a month of Easter Sundays, which with the help of
my friends I hope to manage to make a dent in over the next few
years. More importantly they gave us copies of the photos they’d
taken over the time we were there which has certainly brought back
a few memories while I’ve been writing this.
And that was that, it was time to leave. I’m not
a big fan of goodbyes, so I tend to try to get them over with quickly
once I’m on my way, but given that we had to say goodbye to so many
people this wasn’t easy. It occurred to me as I said goodbye to
Katriina “not to be zo zentimental”.
We did a quick tour of the markets before we headed
off so that Jonathan could buy more hats (apparently you can never
have enough) where of course, we got lost, although we sorted ourselves
and the hats out eventually. It was then back to the flat to sort
out our stuff, grab a bite to eat and then load up the van.