Reykjavik! The trolls: nicer than you'd expect. The weather: not so nice, but to be expected.
I write this to you from Iceland. Yeah, I am surprised, too! If you would have asked me some years ago where I would be today I might not say Iceland. Who can expect this sort of thing? Groupon had a good deal, we purchased it, and the rest is wet, grey, Viking history.
Currently I should be asleep, but after a day of several jet lag naps, two meals containing the most luxurious hollandaise, and more than one (two, three) glass(es) of wine, I'm finding writing to you a lovely tether from this strange (yet familiar) land.
So yes, it is pretty fantastic to be able to travel the world. It's great. But what else is great is just being. I am going to savor every moment (and taste of the smoked fishes) here, but I'm also going to love luxuriating in regular life later. That said, I don't want to get too ahead of myself. I think that's when the trolls get ya.
Update: I write this to you from the plane on the way back to Boston, fighting a cold. Maybe it was all that brennivín (a non-sweet Icelandic schnapps that tastes like fennel and caraway) for which I seem to have acquired a taste.
I can't believe how thrilled I am to see the sun above the clouds from the plane window!
Here are some Reykjavik highlights:
At the Saga Museum. I especially liked hearing about Freydís Eiríksdóttir, who scared a bunch of enemies away holding a sword to her bared breast. Bad ass.
At the Sun Voyager sculpture, by Jón Gunnar Árnason, in Reykjavík:
What are you up to? How's the weather? I actually care about that sort of thing.
It's me, Jennifer Bernice (rhymes with "Furnace": it was my Granny's name) Sutkowski
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