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When I first got back I couldn't believe how green Latvia is. Then the people proved to be different. Then everything seemed to be different. It's not. The culture-shock I've experienced during the past few days has been greater than I expected, but suddenly my life seems to be back where it was. There is only this gap. Maybe it's not even there, because when I see my friends, it feels like I've only been away for a week. But there is this.. learning, I'd say. It keeps on going. Every minute I figure out a way how to apply the things I've learned during my semester in New Zealand to my life in Northern hemisphere.

Today I stepped over the doorstep of.. being in Latvia, I guess. I just took my scooter for a little ride. Maneuvering in the streets of Riga, being surrounded by cars, avoiding holes and puddles of oil felt like a very realistic computer game, only better.

Life's good!

This is the last time I post something while I'm actually in New Zealand. It's another beautiful day. 8 o'clock in the morning, sun is shining, frost has covered the ground, almost as white as snow. I remember the first time I looked out of my window. Despite the sun melting frost from neighbors' roofs and the few naked trees, it's the same, or is it? I think something's different at this side of the window. As the day picks up, it will be about 10-12 degrees, and the strong sun will make it seem like there's summer all over the planet at once. I'll always remember the locals saying what a bad winter it's been, with a smile on my face, of course.

The good-byes? Not so much! I'd like to think of it as ''see you later'', and that doesn't sound to bad.. well, the bucket of tears I've cried in the last few days would tell you different, but that's a part of it. What an awesome time it's been, bros. [hahahaa] I'll miss having the whole New Zealand around and look forward to coming back.

The blog hasn't been that much, I know, but I've meant it!

One last thing, which actually is my hesitation to pack- in this great jazz book I started to read.. Louis Armstrong has said ''If you have to ask, you'll never know.'' And somehow to me it relates to the ''why?''question I've been asked a million times. I don't mind, because every time I try to find an answer to why I'm here, I come up with another advantage that I've gotten out of it.

& that's just fantastic, aye?

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