culture shock is in fact a slow process that happens extrodinarily gradually over time, and not an immediate smuck in the face.
yesterday and today the benevolent sun decided to grace iceland with her presence. i however was too incapacitated (the non-self induced kind), to enjoy her, (yes, i have SARS again). whodathunk?
icelandic weddings and children´s birthday parties. continually humbled by the world. this language really is something of the mountains. i enjoy it alot more when wee ones are speaking it. it really blows my mind.
makeshift thanksgiving soon, .. ?.. if i dont die first.
very makeshift halloween yet to come. must. find. latex.cat.suit
gender power dynamics.
bursting glands.
the stones.
OH.
stop me if i told this one before. quasi freaking out to ones boss about the uncanny silence of ones dwelling WILL land you a 1930´s radio.
icelandic talk radio. gets me out of bed in the morning. gets me to sleep at night.
reading angels of the universe.
tea and orange juice.
a bed.
my life is near complete. but entirely not.
je táime. i´ll be better next time.
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