What is so glorious about the weather in Latvia, and which is much less pronounced in Australia (where I grew up), is the clear distinction between the four seasons. Winter is long and cold in Latvia, with the mercury sometimes falling into the minus 30s, but you find yourself becoming aware of the different types of snow and ice (hard, soft, dry, wet, fresh, old...) and the stark beauty of a Northern winter. Spring bursts forth with spectacular intensity, summer is magnificent and never too extreme, and autumn calmly welcomes you back into winter with it's confetti-showers of golden leaves, and crisp, brisk evenings.
Latvia's Mt. Everest at a monumental 312 metres above sea level. Latvians are so insecure, they built a phallic tower on top of this hillock so it would be officially taller than neighbouring Estonia's highest peak. Ferrari-owners, you've been trumped.
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