And now on to Turaida Castle, Here's how we got
Our driver's name was Dzintars (amber) although I never knew if that was
his first or last name. He was quiet and never looked anyone in the eyes. But if
I had to drive around with 8-10 strange people singing Beatles' songs and incessantly
playing "rock, paper, scissors" (loudly I might add) I would probably lose the ability to
make eye contact too.
The most important historical event that took place here involved the purchase of a lovely
linen knit blouse. Some of us climbed to the top of the tower and looked
out over the Guaja River.
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