CIMG0552 Left to right: myself, S, my sister’s then-boyfriend-now-husband P, and my sister M at the Ramybė bar.
When we arrived to Palanga at 10:30 at night, S and I immediately went out to meet with my sister M and her boyfriend P at their favorite bar Ramybė (it’s pronounced rum-EE-beh and means serenity). After a dinner and drinks we checked out the nightlife in Palanga. The offerings were somewhat disappointing. It was past midnight on a Saturday night and the bars and cafes were already closing, which I thought was unusually early for a resort. But even if they had been open, they were not the kind I would want to hang out at, my sister assured me. They play Lithuanian pop music of the cheesiest kind, where every second word is “sea” or “love”. I asked her if there were no bars (other than Ramybė) or clubs that catered to a little more sophisticated tastes, and she said she didn’t think so. Does no one with edgier taste come to Palanga, I asked? What about college kids? They are supposed to like different kinds of music. In my day they used to come to Palanga. My sister didn’t know if they still do, or if there were any clubs or bars that catered to them. She didn’t go to clubs that much anymore.