That summer was spent in Latvia, a wonderful little European country rich in amber and washed by the waves of the Baltic Sea.
Jurmala is the largest resort city of Latvia, which is situated twenty five kilometres from Riga. Jurmala beaches are famous for a white quartz sand. I still vividly remember a lovely white two-story house in Jurmala’s district called Lielupe, where I was invited by a Latvian family.
Every morning I and Iveta - the daughter of my hospitable hosts - roamed the seashore looking for an yellowish-red amber, just for fun. Iveta was often engaged in yoga exercises. She patiently tried to teach me yoga, but I was not a very talented student. Often I just enjoyed the beauty of the coast and drew little sketches of the sea and its rolling waves.
We spent quiet evenings on the terrace in front of the house. Our tea parties were often long, and our conversation weren’t finished until midnight. We drank aromatic tea and ate apples, tearing them from the branches that hung on the terrace. One of these gathering I painted later. Beautiful Iveta drinking tea on her terrace and dream about something very girlish, which no one except her knows.