Looking back on the past.
It’s been such a pleasure watching my husband relive old memories. Stories keep pouring out of his mouth as we stroll along.
This is his old church. He tells me that he would hide behind the tram stop on Sunday mornings trying to avoid his mother who was trying her best to get him to church on time.
Only a few meters away, lies he’s old school.
Next stop, the old apartment. Block “B”, second floor. Matt has tons of stories about this place. The upstairs neighbors were good friends with the Ploszanskis, across the alley lived his best friend and down the street his old soccer buddy. With all the parks and beaches around, it appears to be a pretty decent place to be a kid.
This guy used to play in the sandbox with Matt!
Just around the corner, Baltic Beach! Very lively, with restaurants and large walkways for pedestrians, bikers and rollerbladers alike.