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Authors: Heather Sosbee
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This country truly is just a trove of mind-blowing landscapes. An occasional mountain is covered in red sand, creating a dramatic setting. I’m so glad I’m here right at this moment to experience this place.
Several times during our drive, we have to slow down to let sheep cross the road, and I ’m just cracking up when they tell me that this is a common occurrence here. The Icelandic horses we see just add to how majestic this whole place is. They are short and fuzzy, and I’m scoffed at by the men in the car when I mention that they remind me of adorable ponies. I guess it’s a sensitive subject.
The roads aren ’t paved in most places, so it’s a ragged and scary ride sometimes. Hugging the coastline as we drive around several fjords, we eventually reach this tiny town that we’ve been heading to. It’s called Tálknafjörður, which means Gill Bay (if I understood the guys correctly).
All the men in the car grew up here. I ’m a little envious of this, because it’s not something I’ve ever had, which included moving to different cities frequently. How great would it be to grow up in a tiny random town in Iceland and all still be best friends even as young adults, and hopefully still friends when you grow old?
Driving into the town, there are no stoplights. There is only one post office, one shop for buying food and such, one bar that also serves food. There’s a large pier to the left with what looks like fishing boats, and tanks in the fjord for holding fish. Across the fjord are some pretty gorgeous mountains hugging the entire coastline. I can see one lone house all the way on the other side.
To our right is where all the houses are. It looks like there are only about five streets in the entire town. There aren ’t any stop lights or stop signs. Behind all of the charming houses are more mountains and hills. I almost feel like I’m in a storybook world. It’s really beautiful, but also really adorable. I can’t wait to get to know this place.
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MSN Chat
Late 2004
Brooke is in California.
salemsme: It’s times like these that make me wish I knew you face to face. Why do you have to be so many hours ahead of me?
marxist: I know. The stupid guys who created time differences should be punched in the face.
salemsme: Agreed. You take care of the guys in your area of the world, and I’ll take care of the guys responsible over here!
marxist: Great plan. We’re an awesome team.
salemsme: I know, right? Sometimes, I wonder at the injustice that we are so far away from each other. I think we’d be so good together. I think I really like you a lot.
marxist: I really like you a lot too, Brooke.
******
Present time
We ’ve arrived at the house we will be sharing. Indriði (In-drith-ee), a cousin of Ari, has let us borrow his place. I’m going to be sleeping on the pull out sofa, and Lára and Ari will get the spare room. I am mostly fine with this situation, as it’s pretty logical. Even so, my dark side is throwing a tantrum at the thought that those two will be sharing a bed in the room very close to where my head will be when I’m sleeping. I’m not really looking forward to it.
Grabbing our swimming items, we head back outside to where Gunnar and Helgi are waiting in the car. They will be staying a few houses down. It’s convenient living in such a small town. Nearly everyone is a neighbor.
My bathing suit, towel, a change of clothes, shampoo and conditioner, and bath loofah are in the plastic bag that I’ve brought with me, and everyone in the car is explaining and describing the hot pools to me. I’m very excited. I’ve heard so much about this place and I have been waiting so long to come here.
The hot pools are a public place where anyone can go to enjoy them. Gunnar and his family technically own the natural hot water, and the township purchases it from them. As we are driving, I ’m enthralled by the scenery and freaking out about the crazy
Several times during our drive, we have to slow down to let sheep cross the road, and I ’m just cracking up when they tell me that this is a common occurrence here. The Icelandic horses we see just add to how majestic this whole place is. They are short and fuzzy, and I’m scoffed at by the men in the car when I mention that they remind me of adorable ponies. I guess it’s a sensitive subject.
The roads aren ’t paved in most places, so it’s a ragged and scary ride sometimes. Hugging the coastline as we drive around several fjords, we eventually reach this tiny town that we’ve been heading to. It’s called Tálknafjörður, which means Gill Bay (if I understood the guys correctly).
All the men in the car grew up here. I ’m a little envious of this, because it’s not something I’ve ever had, which included moving to different cities frequently. How great would it be to grow up in a tiny random town in Iceland and all still be best friends even as young adults, and hopefully still friends when you grow old?
Driving into the town, there are no stoplights. There is only one post office, one shop for buying food and such, one bar that also serves food. There’s a large pier to the left with what looks like fishing boats, and tanks in the fjord for holding fish. Across the fjord are some pretty gorgeous mountains hugging the entire coastline. I can see one lone house all the way on the other side.
To our right is where all the houses are. It looks like there are only about five streets in the entire town. There aren ’t any stop lights or stop signs. Behind all of the charming houses are more mountains and hills. I almost feel like I’m in a storybook world. It’s really beautiful, but also really adorable. I can’t wait to get to know this place.
******
MSN Chat
Late 2004
Brooke is in California.
salemsme: It’s times like these that make me wish I knew you face to face. Why do you have to be so many hours ahead of me?
marxist: I know. The stupid guys who created time differences should be punched in the face.
salemsme: Agreed. You take care of the guys in your area of the world, and I’ll take care of the guys responsible over here!
marxist: Great plan. We’re an awesome team.
salemsme: I know, right? Sometimes, I wonder at the injustice that we are so far away from each other. I think we’d be so good together. I think I really like you a lot.
marxist: I really like you a lot too, Brooke.
******
Present time
We ’ve arrived at the house we will be sharing. Indriði (In-drith-ee), a cousin of Ari, has let us borrow his place. I’m going to be sleeping on the pull out sofa, and Lára and Ari will get the spare room. I am mostly fine with this situation, as it’s pretty logical. Even so, my dark side is throwing a tantrum at the thought that those two will be sharing a bed in the room very close to where my head will be when I’m sleeping. I’m not really looking forward to it.
Grabbing our swimming items, we head back outside to where Gunnar and Helgi are waiting in the car. They will be staying a few houses down. It’s convenient living in such a small town. Nearly everyone is a neighbor.
My bathing suit, towel, a change of clothes, shampoo and conditioner, and bath loofah are in the plastic bag that I’ve brought with me, and everyone in the car is explaining and describing the hot pools to me. I’m very excited. I’ve heard so much about this place and I have been waiting so long to come here.
The hot pools are a public place where anyone can go to enjoy them. Gunnar and his family technically own the natural hot water, and the township purchases it from them. As we are driving, I ’m enthralled by the scenery and freaking out about the crazy
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