???, taken on February 3, 2012
The location where this photo was taken is unknown because I was on a plane from Brussels to Riga during the coldest weekend in 2012, at a whooping -28 degrees Celsius. Why travel to such a northerly city in the midst of the bleak winter? Well…why not? Off-season travel never bothered me and in fact attracted me because I got to avoid crowds while seeing a hidden side of a destination of choice. Bring it on, chill!
Riga, Latvia, taken on February 4, 2012
“Every boat is aiming for the shore, every seed is growing towards the light.” I reach for the sun as I run towards the Daugava River to catch the final moments before the sun disappeared, racing with the orange globe while it sinks behind the horizon in Riga.
A curved row of benches near the Freedom Monument in Riga, Latvia. Nothing like a true winter wonderland on a snowy -25 degrees Celsius day…that’s what happens when you have a restless heart and an adventurous soul!
Heading to Riga, Latvia, from Charleroi, a day after my arrival back in Belgium. Ryanair has no seat reservations, and I’d choose a window seat over the aisle any day.