Driving taxi

My last taxi drive was a hugh success! I was so proud of me!
Wanna know why? I understood the driver!!! :-))

I was on my way back from an appointment in the city, lots of heavy stuff to carry and it was my first day in new shoes..... yap and my feet wanted a car :-))

First thing, I got into the taxi at a hotel here in Riga.....The driver tried to arrange a fare prize in english, which was much to high.... and by that move, I already knew, he was about to cheat me..... BUT here comes the latvian language into play..... I answered in Latvian, that it would be much less to take me home. AND this guy was quite surprized....
Wow I thought to myself, works somehow.....

Next move, I asked to turn on the taxi meter..... He reluctantly turned it on.... and probapbly hated me for it......BUT not on normal day fare, but higher night fare! As if I would not notice.....
So I told him to change...... AND we reached my flat without me being cheated at!
WHY?.....cause I tried not only to understand but also to speak Latvian!

You probably cannot imagine how much these 3 sentences meant for me!
It made my day... I’ll tell you!