Day 13: Pizza: (wo)man's new best friend

After the recent flea/mosquito/unknown insect scare, someone came up with the clever idea to give us new bed sheets. I think this put not only mine and my filming partner's minds at rest but also the university's. And they are pink. It's a win-win situation!

And so to today. We began to cut and edit the footage that we captured last week (and boy, there is a lot!). After about an two hours of hard work and labour, it was time for a break. As every student should be well-trained for moments like these, I brought out my handy pizza menu. We were trying to translate it to see if they delivered but then both realised that we can't actually pronounce the name of our street very well. A nice walk to the pizza shop was the only way and it was definitely worth it.

I present to you Vesuvio!

It was the same pizza place as the one I went to the first night I arrived in Latvia so my directions were purely from memory. We tried to take a shortcut on the way back. Whenever you decide to take shortcuts it could go one of three ways. Either 1) you get very, very lost, 2) you manage to get home in half the time or 3) you see things that you wouldn't normally see. And today, the answer was 3. We saw a stray dog wandering across the road. Not a cat, a DOG. The short-legged and big-bellied dog looked more lost than we did! Part of me felt sorry for Rover (yep, I named him) and that maybe I should do something but then I thought, what the hell would I do with a dog?! I'm sure he is fine...

I did one of those double-take looks.

We got back to our dorms, edited a bit more and decided to call it a day. I found out about a photo competition organised by the university I'm working in and instantly entered some of my photos. They were  under the main theme of Spring in Valmiera and then sub-divided into 5 categories including city, movement and people. I might win... you never know!

As I said in my last post, I went around my friend's house yesterday evening. We literally spent hours talking. Last week she told us all about a particular ice-cream made in her hometown and that it's the best in Latvia. I was able to try some of it last night and it was delicious. But there was a catch... In exchange for her ice-cream, I whipped out my box of English tea bags and made her a cup of tea. Even though we have spent most of our time talking about the differences between Latvia and England, English grammar and other things, I was sharing a bit of my culture with her and it felt very special to me (without sounding sad). And yes, ladies and gentlemen, she loved the tea! I did warn her that she may get addicted but what can you do, eh?

Tomorrow I'm going to get my eyebrows "done" which is going to be an interesting experience. I've only ever got them done in my hometown in England. If anything goes wrong - which I'm sure it won't - at least I have the comfort of knowing I can walk down the street (very fast) and not see anyone I know.