We live as long as we fly
I realized that the philosophy I've been trying to stick to lately needs to be reinforced even more. I'm talking about how I not only haven't finished writing about the second day of Skaņu Mežs. Not only haven't I published about my long-ago trip to Riga. I haven't even had time to write about the finale of the last Forest of Sounds, because I left for America back then.
As you remember, in the previous part we spent the night in the bushes. And in this one I'll show you what our camp looked like. [more text=Read more]
Got back from the first two days.
I won't write in detail, just briefly. Everything started basically on schedule.
Life is really speeding up for me: the Skaņu Mežs festival is just around the corner (this weekend and the next), the Riga cycling marathon is on June 7. And then there's news: we barely had time to get back from Turkey, and Shchukin is already inviting us to Norway for Līgo, and I have to decide right away. Norway is probably the only country I'd go to a second time, it's so beautiful there. But going to Norway now means missing out on the Sonar music festival, and Roskilde (or whatever else) – because Norway is expensive in itself, and you still have to get there.
