Thursday, September 27, 2007
Jurmala....The Baltic Shore
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Centraltirgus....Central Market
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Apavu Labosana
I need to learn some Latvian...as Bob always said, adult learning is on an as needed basis, so I tried to study some more pages of Latvian last night and this morning....I'm not real sure when something requires the dative or the genetive and I don't know those endings yet. However I do know that the noun and pronoun endings change because of the use in the sentence. At this point I am trying to learn vocabulary words.
When I asked for water, udens, at the Attistiba cafeteria with Bob, I think she might have heard, or I might have said, uguns which is fire. I need to find out how to add Latvian fonts on the computer so I can get the lines over the letters like the u in udens has one and the u in uguns does not....so my posts are more complete and correct.
Last night Bob and I went to an organ concert in Rigas Domas and heard the huge organ. It was a program of Bach, Bizet and Glaas. The Bizet was from L'Arlesienne and was wonderful. We might go back for more since this is part of a two week Music in Cathedral series.
Sociala Darba Un Socialas Pedagogijas Augstskola "Attistiba"
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Latvia Ethnographic Open Air Museum
Saturday we took the city autobus to the Open Air Museum and walked around the wooded paths. There are restored and old country houses that have been moved to this site beginning in 1924. The buildings are arranged in village clusters representing four regions of Latvia. Bob was very interested in the types of fencing and I was interested in the suspended cradles next to the mothers bed with a piece of wood above which rocks the cradle. There were a few craftspeople such as the women basket weaver you see in the photo. She explained how she uses bulrushes for the weaving. The roofs were of reeds, not as flexible. Bob spoke with one woman in German and another wouldn't speak to us at all. She was younger and shook her head when we asked if she spoke English or German. The elderly women seemed much more talkative. The flowers in the gardens were dahlias, marigolds, and daisies. We saw heather and blueberries along the wooded paths. Each village had a windmill high on a hill for grinding grain and we were able to walk to all four levels of one of them.