After a night's sleep on the couch at one of the airport's cafés, I didn't do that much other than wait until it was time to board my flight. Check-in procedures started at 2pm, and I went through. Once in the final waiting area by the gate, I gave Agnes one last phone call, telling her I was about to leave. So we exchanged goodbyes, which weren't too emotional, and I proceeded to board my plane.
I waved goodbye to Riga and to Latvia. I had a truly wonderful time here, of which some was pretty bad, but I'm over it and I got to do what I needed to do. I was with Agnes, and that's all I needed to keep myself comfortable from the pain of leaving.
The flight went smoothly and I was back in Athens by 7:30pm. Everyone on board applauded the landing. I found it strange - I've never witnessed that before. It added to the experience and acted as a symbolic representation of my memories. It was also the last time I would hear Latvian.
So I made my way over to Sofia's workplace by metro. I met her on the road, just outside Dafni metro station, where we greeted eachother. She wondered why I had gone to Latvia with just one backpack. Well, I travel as light as possible.
So she took me home, back to Glyka Nera, where I missed Agnes terribly and decided to give her a phone call before going to bed. We talked for a bit, but not too long, as call costs were expensive yet again. I was sad, but I kept myself looking forward to finally being together again once she moves to Australia. I let all my emotions out and cried myself to sleep.
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