|66* North. My house in CA is at 33*.|
|View from the Coffee Shop|
|Frida's artistic rendering of everyone|
|That green building is the coffee shop|
|Frida (r) and her friend going to play hopscotch.|
|I just loved this place so much.|
|Frosti was only 3 months old and a huge baby! He was also one of the sweetest babes I've ever had the pleasure of watching.|
|The workshop view|
|Delicious soup and carrot bread and orange corn syrup free soda|
|Every couple of days this boat would be out in the harbour with a group of dudes in full Viking regalia.|
|Black Licorice milkshake, yes indeed!|
|This was the first time I'd ever ridden a horse.|
And then she started asking about me, Like she genuinely wanted to know all these details of my life. My family, my age, my birthday, what California was like, where had I gone to school. Normally I probably would have been super suspicious and assumed she was going to rob and murder me, but I answered all her questions and pretty soon I was laughing and telling her stories. She turned the cab meter off and took me to this absolutely beautiful Garden and told me the history of the place and made me drink the glacier water that streamed in amid the plants. It was a beautiful slice of heaven on earth and I completely forgot all the woes of the past week. We left and she asked me how old I was and I told her almost 27. She got all excited and started telling me how 27 was an absolutely magical year of life and I was obviously in for an even better one. We talked without ever stopping and I will never be able to send out enough thanks to that woman. She completely set the tone for the following week and God Bless her forever. She only charged me for half the ride and beyond that I will never be able to repay her kindness. Dear Icelandic Taxi Driver Lady With No Teeth, you are loved, missed, and forever in my heart!
|Lovely Ladies I got to work with.|
|Succulents in Iceland...|
|The house in the little garden reminded me of the old Spanish Style buildings in CA.|
|That's a Whale Jaw. Yeah.|
|Lupine and Fjords|
The place I stayed at for the next 7 days was a coffee shop in a teeny tiny fishing village. The village still dried fish on ancient open air fish dryers, there were replica viking ships in the harbour, and I lived next door to the fish packing place. You guys, it was heaven on earth. I keep saying that about this place, but honestly it was absolutely remarkable. The building the coffee shop was in (and was also my host's house) was beautiful and perfectly Nordic. My time that week was divided between babysitting two little kids named Frida and Frosti (no joke you guys!), making waffles, serving coffee and soup, cleaning out a woodshed, riding Icelandic Horses, taking long walks along the harbour, making some really wonderful friends, meeting a fellow OSU Beaver (what?!), telling stories, cooking, eating amazing food, and finally feeling like I was on the adventure I'd hoped for. It was just so wonderful.
|A junkyard playground that was absolutely so cool!|
|One of these names is not like the others...|
|Nojoke,this wax figure looks exactly like my Norwegian grandmother and is also probably a picture of my future.|
|I actually ate whale and it is amazing.|
|Perhaps my favourite thing I saw in all of Iceland.|
|It means "cold." In Norwegian "fart" means "speed."|
|Pizza and beer.|
|I almost gave up coffee for this stuff. So. Damn. Good!|
I flew back to Reykjavik after a week and spent three days exploring and eating a lot of Pizza (?). The World Cup had begun, the sun never set and Reykjavik was just so cool. I didn't have time to do everything I wanted and I am determined to go back someday soon. The hostel I stayed at was super nice and I shared a room with three other American's and it was actually kind of nice to have a little time with "my own people" before heading on into the world. The best part was that one of my room mates told me she too was WWOOFing in Iceland. There are only two WWOOF hosts in Iceland, one on the west coast and one on the east coast. So I asked her which one, and it was the same one I had just escaped from! She told me all the things they had told her she would do, and it was the same lies I'd been given. Except she was supposed to be there for two months. I told her my experiences and she decided real quick like that she wasn't going to suffer through it all. Luckily when she arrived in Iceland her luggage had been lost and she had to stay at a B&B near the airport and befriended the son of the owners. He told her that if things didn't work out on the farm she was supposed to be at to call him because his grandparents lived further south and hired travelers to work their farm and restaurant during the summer. Seriously talk about luck!
|Pancakes! Bacon! Grassfed Butter!|
|Frozen Hot Chocolate. Also, all the dishes were from IKEA.|
|I highly recommend this restaurant! Amazing pancakes, coffee, and burgers, and the prices aren't half bad!|
|On my way to Norway! Also it pays to wear Makeup on your plane ride if the guy checking you in is mega hot so he'll knock off a whole $20 from your overweight baggage charge.|
So There you have it. Iceland. Oy. Ups and downs, learning, growing, it was a journey. One year ago today I woke early, drank my last Icelandic chocolate milk (srsly guys, so friggin good), and boarded a plane for Norway. I'll start covering Norway later this month. It will need far more than 2 posts!