Day 29: Down to my last lats

Doesn't it feel great when you wake up naturally without an alarm clock? Flexible working hours are amazing. I would work for these hours for the rest of my working life if I could, but somehow I doubt that will happen. I better enjoy it whilst it lasts then.

I think someone may have heard my distress call yesterday because I have a new kettle! I feel like me again...

It's like this picture was made for me!

Today was another day of hard work in the office (minus the tea and cake from yesterday). I had to finish a few proofreadings for the university brochure and then that was done. So another task had to be thought of to keep the intern busy. A few moments later, I was given the task to create a "fresh" PowerPoint presentation to formally introduce the university to whoever watches it, i.e. guests and prospective employees. With a few previous examples to base my ideas on, I started working on it. I opened up Microsoft PowerPoint and realised that I haven't made a PowerPoint since Year 12 - roughly 2 years ago! My project manager did suggest that I use a website that apparently all the Latvian students are using at the moment to create funky presentations, but to be honest I'd rather stick to the traditional way. Simple yet effective. Hopefully.

My Estonian friend is leaving Valmiera tomorrow, so after work me and him met up to have our last lunch-cum-dinner.

I had to capture the moment (and the food).

After stuffing ourselves as much as we could, we went for a nice walk along the river bank. When we came to the water fountain, an iconic monument in Valmiera, we both whipped out our cameras and started snapping away.

Nature at its best. 

Thank goodness I've found someone else who likes to take photos of random things! Whilst he took captured photos of birds mid-flight, I took photos of a duck drinking water. As sad as it may be, I just found it so fascinating to watch.

"Dig in guys, there's plenty to go around!"

Since the students who were living next door to me have now moved out, I have to stock up on everything they took with them, right down to basic things like salt for example. While my friend sat in his car (clever move), I walked into the big supermarket to begin my food shopping. This was the first time I've been shopping for things like pasta sauce without having a Latvian, Russian or Estonian speaking person handy to translate the labels and ingredients. Let's just hope what I brought home is actually pasta sauce and not something completely different.

I really don't like goodbyes. I'm sure I'll see my Estonian friend someday, somehow. 10 years down the line, I might walk into a supermarket to buy pasta sauce and he will be there. Okay, that's a bit of unrealistic but you never know, it's a small world out there. Or maybe I'll have to go to Estonia one day... Not a bad idea at all!