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Authors: Heather Sosbee
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where the bus will pick me up is nearby, and I stand inside of it to wait. I really enjoy taking the bus in Iceland. It’s peaceful, and no one bothers me. It’s cheaper than paying for a car, petrol, and insurance. It comes frequently, and I don’t have to inconvenience Hilary by needing her to drive me around. Sometimes the rides take longer, but they help me learn the city, and see its beauty.
The air around me is drier than it has been the last few weeks. Summer is more than half way over, and even though the sun still isn’t setting completely, it is getting darker in the evenings. Personally, I can’t wait for night time to come. I am a star lover, and I’ve heard the night sky is absolutely gorgeous here. If I manage to see the Northern Lights while I am here, I will be set.
Over this last week, I worked a few uneventful evenings with little to no trouble, and spent some time with Hilary in the evenings. She giggled with me over the scenario I've found myself in with Gunnar and Loki, and it was almost as if we were young and carefree again, with crushes on boys.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see that it’s 8:28 am. Two minutes until the bus arrives, and I will arrive at Gunnar's by 9:00 am, in time to head to the summerhouse. He was going to pick me up, but I insisted on taking the bus. The many text messages that we exchanged over the last week made me feel things. School girl giddy emotions with butterflies and excitement. Scrolling through some of them, I smile with the happiness they fill me with.
Gunnar : Calling all Sophies! There is one Gunnar looking to make sure that this is indeed Sophie's phone number. Here's to hoping I wasn't given a bum number that leads to an old pervy man!
Sophie : Affirmative. Gunnar J has found one Sophie M. Mission complete!
Gunnar : That's a relief. I was hoping you wouldn't lead me astray.
Sophie : I don't lead men I willingly offer my phone number to astray. I'm a proper lady of sorts.
Gunnar : Fair enough. Still grateful. You still planning to spend next weekend with us?
Sophie : I am, indeed! I hope I'm still welcome?
Gunnar : To be completely honest, there are a few people who are invited that I would prefer not come. But don't worry; you're not one of them.
Sophie : Is Loki one of them?
Gunnar : I just can't seem to find a way to get rid of that bastard!
Sophie : He seems quiet enough to keep around.
Gunnar : That's only when women are around. Why are we talking about Loki? Let's talk about me, Gunnar!
Gunnar: Looking forward to this weekend. I hope you're prepared to have some fun!
Loki: To hell with that Gunnar guy. Let's always talk about me.
A few days later...
Gunnar: What's your favorite food?
Sophie: I've recently discovered that it's Icelandic hamburgers with béarnaise sauce on them. What about you?
Gunnar: I'm a man. I just like all food. Steel stomach, perhaps?
Sophie: That could have its benefits for a wife who couldn't cook.
Gunnar: Can you cook?
Sophie: Maybe someday you will find out!
Gunnar: I hope so.
The text messages had continued on jovially for the remainder of the week, building my anticipation to spend time with them just as they were helping me get to know Gunnar a little more every day. I send a quick "On my way" message to Gunnar and tuck my phone back into my pocket.
I look around me and observe that I am the only person waiting on the bus; maybe it won't be crowded when I get on. In front of me, between the houses that are across the street and a bit below, I can see the glittering ocean in the fjord with boats bobbing joyfully in the sunshine. I love this neighborhood, and the fact that these types of views are commonplace.
To my left, I can hear the bus coming to round the corner and reach my stop. I pull out my prepaid bus pass, lean over to give Marissa a farewell scratch on the head, and wait for the bus to stop and open the door. Stepping into the bus, I flash my pass at the driver, who
The air around me is drier than it has been the last few weeks. Summer is more than half way over, and even though the sun still isn’t setting completely, it is getting darker in the evenings. Personally, I can’t wait for night time to come. I am a star lover, and I’ve heard the night sky is absolutely gorgeous here. If I manage to see the Northern Lights while I am here, I will be set.
Over this last week, I worked a few uneventful evenings with little to no trouble, and spent some time with Hilary in the evenings. She giggled with me over the scenario I've found myself in with Gunnar and Loki, and it was almost as if we were young and carefree again, with crushes on boys.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see that it’s 8:28 am. Two minutes until the bus arrives, and I will arrive at Gunnar's by 9:00 am, in time to head to the summerhouse. He was going to pick me up, but I insisted on taking the bus. The many text messages that we exchanged over the last week made me feel things. School girl giddy emotions with butterflies and excitement. Scrolling through some of them, I smile with the happiness they fill me with.
Gunnar : Calling all Sophies! There is one Gunnar looking to make sure that this is indeed Sophie's phone number. Here's to hoping I wasn't given a bum number that leads to an old pervy man!
Sophie : Affirmative. Gunnar J has found one Sophie M. Mission complete!
Gunnar : That's a relief. I was hoping you wouldn't lead me astray.
Sophie : I don't lead men I willingly offer my phone number to astray. I'm a proper lady of sorts.
Gunnar : Fair enough. Still grateful. You still planning to spend next weekend with us?
Sophie : I am, indeed! I hope I'm still welcome?
Gunnar : To be completely honest, there are a few people who are invited that I would prefer not come. But don't worry; you're not one of them.
Sophie : Is Loki one of them?
Gunnar : I just can't seem to find a way to get rid of that bastard!
Sophie : He seems quiet enough to keep around.
Gunnar : That's only when women are around. Why are we talking about Loki? Let's talk about me, Gunnar!
Gunnar: Looking forward to this weekend. I hope you're prepared to have some fun!
Loki: To hell with that Gunnar guy. Let's always talk about me.
A few days later...
Gunnar: What's your favorite food?
Sophie: I've recently discovered that it's Icelandic hamburgers with béarnaise sauce on them. What about you?
Gunnar: I'm a man. I just like all food. Steel stomach, perhaps?
Sophie: That could have its benefits for a wife who couldn't cook.
Gunnar: Can you cook?
Sophie: Maybe someday you will find out!
Gunnar: I hope so.
The text messages had continued on jovially for the remainder of the week, building my anticipation to spend time with them just as they were helping me get to know Gunnar a little more every day. I send a quick "On my way" message to Gunnar and tuck my phone back into my pocket.
I look around me and observe that I am the only person waiting on the bus; maybe it won't be crowded when I get on. In front of me, between the houses that are across the street and a bit below, I can see the glittering ocean in the fjord with boats bobbing joyfully in the sunshine. I love this neighborhood, and the fact that these types of views are commonplace.
To my left, I can hear the bus coming to round the corner and reach my stop. I pull out my prepaid bus pass, lean over to give Marissa a farewell scratch on the head, and wait for the bus to stop and open the door. Stepping into the bus, I flash my pass at the driver, who
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