|Milda at night|
Our July 4th here did not see us watching the Tour de France, nor did we attend the commemorative event near the site of the synagogue, instead we celebrated with a group of Latvian scouts and guides. The only real connection I can draw between our celebration here in Latvia to American Independence Day is that the majority of guests were from the US, otherwise the party was mostly to celebrate our common association to the Latvian guide and scout organizations. I was excited to hear of the progress on the organization of the next big jamboree; I attended the last one three months after the birth of Lauris and hope that maybe our participation in this next one will be more camping, less newborn baby.
The boys and their newest friend, Suitcase Teacher
We also had a more serious celebration this morning, but one having nothing to do with the US or Latvia, and instead the Ķeņģis family. As I wrote about earlier in the week we joined 200 or so of our distant relatives for a large family reunion, and to continue to the festivities a film crew showed up this morning to record my mother in law speak about her parents and grandparents, and my husband to add in his memories of these family members. It was fascinating listening to the stories they both told, and I was secretly thrilled that the story of how Roberts met me up to our engagement made it on film.