Tonight Cara and I walked along volcanic rock on the edge of
the Atlantic harbor of Reykjavik, and she shivered under her
layers and talked of dressing more warmly tomorrow. It's not
as cold as Svalbard here, but it sure is plenty cold. The
hour long bus ride in from the airport gave us an excellent
showcase of barren lava fields covered with naught but scrub
in a symphony of purple, green, and every shade of black. The
kids were back in the hotel room watching TV and relaxing
after an evening of travel. Icelandic is not so hard to read
if you know a Scandinavian language, but I sure can't
understand it spoken. I taught the kids the letters eth and
thorn and told them about how Anglo-Saxon had once used them
before 1066. Conquest was a terrible and beautiful thing for
the English language.
I started work earlier than usual today because I knew we'd
be traveling this evening, and now that we're back I'm sitting
in the hotel bar enjoying an Icelandic porter (meh) while
reviewing pull requests. Iceland's timezone is two hours
earlier than Bergen's and it's still fully light out, so I'm
still pretty wired even though it's 11 PM. Reykjavik definitely
has a vibrancy to it!
After Cara and I did a little junk shopping, we went to do her
truly favorite activity: visit the local grocery store.
Icelandic krona are worth roughly one American penny which
makes the math super easy. I thought Norway was expensive! And
whereas Norwegian grocery stores can only sell beers up to 4.7%
alcohol, here in Iceland the limit's 2.25%. But I can pay at
the hotel bar in botcoin if I want, showing Iceland's still at
the forefront of currency speculation.
Walking around tonight Cara & I passed a restaurant with
puffin on the menu. Arctic fucking puffin! We saw some in
Svalbard including on who couldn't get his fast ass up out of
the water to get away from our boat so he did this wild flappy
thing across the surface instead. I'm excited to eat one, but
Cara just wants to see more of them. Meanwhile Zara's aiming
to not have to leave the hotel tomorrow. Not sure that'll work
out for you, nugget.
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