The Old Country.

This is my brother and my Mum in a square in Riga. I took them here for their birthdays ( on Clare's suggestion once again) (where would I or my family be without her?)
It feels weird being in the country of my heritage and not being able to speak the language and feeling like a tourist when I should be feeling in touch with my roots and a part of this place.
Dievs svetki Latviju.