Okay, I now accept that this blog will lack a formal structure. Thinking about the structure makes me itchy, and then I don’t post! Sadness. Since there are currently no readers, there is currently no need for the structure. This space exists solely for me to record some memories, and to keep my writing skills from completely atrophying.
So, moving on from that… I went on vacation! And this is far beyond any vacation I’ve taken before – we’re talking international, 8 days, leave your son with his grandma real live adult VACATION. Of course, we’ve been planning this for ages and it ended up occurring to commemorate the end of my first month being unemployed. Ideal, no. But I refused to let the worries I have about finding a library job overshadow the joy of heading off into the unknown with my husband, my favorite adult in the world.
Iceland was wonderful! It is an absolutely gorgeous country, full of mossy countrysides, distant mountains, waterfalls, black sand beaches, and glaciers. SO PRETTY. We are far from expert photographers, but I am still excited to print and display some of our snaps around the house.
The culture is wonderful, too! Very friendly and relaxed, we were utterly spoiled by the high levels of English proficiency in pretty much every adult we encountered. Our early fumbling attempts at Icelandic eventually gave way to a ‘Takk!’ at the end, which is the only thing I would change. Be brave, speak their language!
If we could, I think Brian would move there tomorrow. I can’t even remember all the little things that made us say “It’s like this county was made for you!” but I know the weather is Brian-ideal, they have a very literary culture, don’t watch much TV and eat a lot of lamb and fish.
Plus, all the toddlers in the traditional ring sweaters are aDORable. That was the one souvenir I couldn’t bring myself to buy, as even the tiniest sweater was over $90. But OMG, the cute. It definitely inspired me to work on my knitting skills so that I could one day achieve the cute.
Of course, you just want the pictures. Who could blame you? I’ll try not to overwhelm.