... back to Riga!!!

So... continuing with my adventures in Riga...
At the veeeeeery last day of my stay in Latvia (of course!) I had my flight back to Paris on Friday the 24th at 7 am. So... because I didn't have to work at all that Friday, I accepted the invitation of a consultant to go to have dinner and have a drink in Riga. The restaurant was very original: a medieval restaurant. All dishes were served on wood platters, the bread was served hot and in the old way, there was a trobador singing poems with his guitar, candles everywhere in the restaruant (which was actually huge and 2 floors down). The food was great, the Rioja bottle of wine exquisite, and the 4 gin tonics we had afterwards until 4 a.m. made the Latvian night less cold!
But at 4:30 a.m. the bell rang for me (as if I were in the Cinderella tale) to come back to my hotel... have a refreshing shower with a deep industrial and precised teeth cleaning!!! (you know what I mean...). I took my cab at 5:30 a.m. and arrived at Riga's airport at 6:00 a.m. Perfect time to do the check-in. I say hello gently to the girl at the desk and I kindly say to her: "I've got my flight back to Paris at 7:00 a.m. doing a scale in Copenhaguen, and here's my luggage to check". The nice girl took a look at me (at that moment she knew I hadn't slept at all... and he felt my mixed mentha-alcohol flavoured breath) and looked for the flight.... 5 secs... 30 secs ... 60 secs... "euh... excuse me, maybe you should look for my second family name, as I'm Spanish bla bla bla..." 300 secs... 50000 secs... "Sorry sir, I cannot find you". The girl gently wakes up and talks to her boss. 100000000 secs... (and toti just looking for a bed or a seat to sleep).:
- sorry sir, but you have your flight back to Paris on Friday the 24th... of March
- ....
- ....
- ........................ ??????????
(by the time I'm writing this... I should be still in Riga... think about that)

Finally they managed to find another flight, 7 hours later for the same day (on Friday the 24th of February). So because of my state I called back the hotel begging to have my room back for those 5 hours left... and thet allowed me to come back!
Finally I arrived to Paris with all my body parts, nothing broken...