• Latvia •

A Summer in Someone Else’s Home

Two days after graduating high school, I got on a plane for the first time to go on a conservation trip in Maui, Hawaii. I didn't have my phone (for the sake of unplugging and getting back to nature), my parents, or any clue how to navigate an airport. Nevertheless, I persevered, my head filled with thoughts of "I can't go back now." While I had spent the first 18 years of my life vowing to never return to Arkansas once I made it out and stating quite matter-of-factly that I would see every country in the world and become the next Anthony Bourdain, now that the time had come to put boots on the ground, I was terrified.

To save you reading two blogs at once, I'll cut my Hawaii 2023 story short there and get onto the Latvian-ness of it all. Maui pushed my limits as a person, and made me scared to travel again. I was terrified to tell my parents that the life that I had been exclaiming from the mountaintops since I was old enough to speak was not as glamorous as I had pictured. The two songs that played on repeat during my island adventure happened to be Closing Time by Semisonic ("It's time for you to go out to the places you will be from") and Take Me Home Country Roads. Because I was set to leave for Latvia about a week after getting home from Maui, I had a short window of time to work through the cognitive dissonance of letting the country roads take me home or going out to the places I will be from.

I made what happened to be the best decision of my life, and chose the latter. The first time I went to Latvia it was an educational study abroad trip through a program called NSLI-Y (shoutout to one of my favorite organizations on Earth). The deal was that they would send me to a school and a host family in one of the possible countries (Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Latvia, or Estonia) on the condition that I learned Russian. I had already been picking up Russian because my high school French professor wanted me to challenge myself more after receiving my biliteracy seal, so that was an easy handshake for me.

I filled out lots of paperwork, took a few interviews, and received my acceptance letter, along with about 10 other kids. One of the other students came from the same high school as me, but we weren't particularly close. Nonetheless, it was comforting to see a familiar face upon landing in Washington D.C. for orientation. She went on to become one of my lifelong best friends, and made me a better woman overall.

Because I am the most social person on the planet, I had already introduced my entire Latvian family to my American family through FaceTimes and Facebook Messenger. My host mother (Olga) did a fabulous job of comforting my poor, devastated parents. I remember turning around to walk away from my dad when he dropped me off at the airport, trying to hide the fact that I was crying at the thought of leaving them. I saw my dad shed a tear or two, and I was inconsolable in the Little Rock one terminal airport for the next 20 minutes. Eventually, I found Madison and we were pretty much inseparable after that. Upon arriving at orientation, it became abundantly clear that these two Arkansas girls were going to have to stick together in a crowd of inner city kids.

Orientation time was a series of classes meant to dampen the culture shock as much as possible so that we would be able to focus on learning a language and settling into our host family. We flew from D.C. to Frankfurt, and then to Riga. My host parents picked me up with a bouquet of flowers and immediately started speaking Russian to me. I was exhausted from the travel mess that had been the last few days and scared to be in a new place. Luckily, Olga could see how overwhelmed I was and quickly put her maternal instincts to work. We got home, and she gave me a tour of the cutest apartment I've ever seen. She made me some stellar finger sandwiches and let me sleep until the next day.

I woke up around 1 a.m. and it looked to be about 7 a.m. outside. This is when I realized that I had gone so far north that the sun was now on a different rotational path than the one I had witnessed for the last 18 years. I closed my eyes and smiled at the thought of being anywhere but Arkansas, savoring the bittersweetness of the moment.

School was fun, challenging, and rewarding. It was more than just language classes. We had guest speakers each week, field trips, history lessons, and food lessons, all in 100% immersion Russian. The journal that I kept to write down vocabulary is one of my most prized possessions to this day.

With the help of Olga, I quickly picked up how to navigate around the city. God specifically picked this family for me, complete with a daughter (Anya) who was my age, and in my opinion, the coolest girl ever. My host father (Vitaly) knew little to no English, so he was the biggest reason I was able to learn street Russian. We frequently took the dog, Frenchie, on walks around our neighborhood, bonding over rock and roll songs and jokes.

I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to express how much of an impression this family made on me. We still talk frequently, and I feel homesick for them just as much as I did my American parents while in Latvia. They took me into their home and it was impossible to tell that I was not truly one of their own. I have so many fond memories of meals, trips, and experiences with them where I felt right at home in a country thousands of miles away. This, of course, only made me more jealous of Anya that she got to live with them full time.

I spent my days going to school, and my nights out on the town. The possibilities seemed endless and there was always somewhere new to explore. Every song I listened to was the new soundtrack of my life. I could recite the "Nākamā pietura: Grīziņkalns" with my eyes closed on the public transport. Part of it was the magic that is being 18 and seeing your dream life play out in front of you and part of it was the magnetic pull of Riga.

Summer 2023
Riga + Jūrmala + Cēsis + weekend trips
Study abroad, language learning, found family

The quick snapshot

Dates
June, July, August 2023
Where I stayed
With my host parents in Riga
Trip style
Study abroad, language learning, cultural immersion, and the beginning of everything
Overall rating
9.5 / 10
Where I stayed

Stay details

Host family home

Name: My host parents’ house

Area: Iļģuciems, Riga

What I liked: Everything. This was not just a place to stay — it was the place that made the whole experience what it was. My host parents became real parents for me, and the home itself became tied to safety, growth, learning, and so much love. It is one of the most meaningful places in my life.

What I didn’t: Nothing at all. This part of the experience was one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given.

Would I stay here again? In a heartbeat

Weekend trip stay

Name: Weekend hotel in Palanga / Liepāja trip

Area: Palanga / Liepāja

What I liked: Getting to branch out from Riga and see more of the Baltic coast made the whole summer feel even bigger. Weekend trips like this added so much texture to the experience.

What I didn’t: Nothing major — this part just felt like an extra layer of adventure built into an already incredible summer.

Would I do it again? Absolutely

Getting there

Travel: Flew with school

Travel cost: $0.00

Rental car: None

Arrival notes: Arrival was so easy because my host parents picked me up and immediately made me feel welcomed. They gave me a tour of the town, and there were people everywhere in traditional Latvian dress for the Song and Dance Festival, which made the very first impression feel especially beautiful and unforgettable.

Recommendation: I am too old for study abroad now, but it was one of the best things I have ever done for myself. I would recommend a summer like this to just about any young person willing to throw themselves into something new.

Food + drink

The flavors I remember most

What I remember

This was not one single restaurant memory. It was finger sandwiches from Olga after a long travel day, market snacks, fresh bread, little cafés, cherries, pizza with friends, and meals that became part of the rhythm of living there.

Food in Latvia felt tied to daily life more than vacation highlights. It was not just what I ate — it was who I ate with, what language I was trying to speak, and which street I was learning to recognize on the way home.

Little food memories

  • Old Town always seemed to have something worth trying.
  • The markets made the city feel alive, local, and familiar.
  • Family meals with my host parents became some of the warmest parts of the summer.
  • Some of the best memories came from ordinary meals on ordinary days.
Daily life + highlights

What made this summer unforgettable

Riga

Main experience: Living in Riga, learning the city, learning the language, and slowly letting it become one of the most beloved places in my entire life.

Best part: Riga became my favorite city on Earth. The architecture, the history, the feeling of Old Town — it all felt deep, beautiful, and full of life.

Worth repeating? Forever

The people

Main experience: Building a real relationship with my host parents and finding a sense of family so far from home.

Best part: They became real parents to me, and that kind of love changed the emotional shape of the entire trip.

Worth repeating? More than anything

Weekend trips

Main experience: Exploring places like Jūrmala, Cēsis, and the Baltic coast on weekend trips that made the whole summer feel even richer.

Best part: Realizing how much Latvia and the surrounding region had to offer beyond just one city.

Worth repeating? Absolutely

What changed in me

Main experience: Discovering travel in a real way for the first time and understanding just how much the world has to offer.

Best part: This summer introduced me to a bigger life. It made me braver, more curious, and more open to the idea that home can exist in more than one place.

Worth repeating? It already echoes through everything I do now

Favorites

Best place: Riga

Best side trip: Jūrmala and Cēsis

Best hidden gem feeling: The Baltic coast and weekend escapes

Best little moment: Realizing at some point that Latvia had stopped feeling foreign and started feeling like part of me.

What I’d recommend

I would recommend a summer abroad to every brave eighteen-year-old willing to throw themselves into the unknown. Learn a new language, let yourself be uncomfortable, let yourself be changed, and trust that the world has so much more to offer than what you can see from home.

What I’d skip

Honestly, very little. If anything, I would only wish I had known while I was in it just how foundational this summer would become for the rest of my life. It was incredible from beginning to end.