June 25th, 2026038
If you were in Riga over the last few days, you already know the vibe. The streets were dead. Like, tumbleweed-rolling-down-Brīvības-ielas dead. Everyone and their mother packed up their cars, grabbed their šašliks, and dipped to the countryside for Līgo and Jāņi. It’s the ultimate Latvian exodus.
But while the riverside...