So right now I am in Riga, Latvia. It's a nice place, but its old town is pretty much exactly like every other old town I've been to - winding streets, historical buildings, lots of tourists... you get the idea.

Also, I've noticed that a lot of the cafes in this town are called J'nica (pronounced: Jenica). For those of you who don't know, my sister's name is Jenica. Did my parents name her after a Latvian coffee shop?

Anyhow, I'm going to wander around here a bit more and hit the road (to Lithuania) a bit earlier than I expected. My first stop is going to be Klaipeda, a sea side town, and then in tomorrow morning, I'll head to Kalnius and Vilnius to do some ancient Gerber hunting.

Then, of course and at last, it will be time to meet Robyn in Krakow. I can't wait to see a family member (or at least someone I know). I'm seriously going to verbally vomit all over her. I have so much to say and so much to just talk about that I doubt that she'll even get a word in at all. I'm in a part of Europe that gets very little American tourists (when I tell people where I'm from, the usual response is raised eyebrows), so its tough (but often very funny) to try to make conversation.

Anyways, before I go, I just want to ask that whom ever it is who is writing these great limericks, to keep doing it. In a way, I don't even want to know who you are, so wait until I get back home to tell me. But, in the meantime, keep them coming. I love reading them.

-euroschlep

¶ 2:53 AM