I
am writing from the airplane over Greenland. I can’t be sure of that because
it’s complete dark and will remain that way for several hours. We’ve traveled
north to indulge in some of that excellent winter darkness. Maybe it’s the excitement. I haven’t been to Iceland in five years. It holds a
special place in my heart because this is the first adventure my partner and I
went on together. This is where I began my blog. With the colorful front doors
of Reykjavik.
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November 23, 9:49pm plane over Greenland
We got off to a rocky
start in Reykjavik. After sitting touch at a Thai restaurant and not being
served, we gave up and ate an expensive meal that burned my tongue at Cafe
Loki. I was uncomfortable in my many layers of clothing, which were itchy and
hard to walk in, and made me sweat underneath. The weather was also grating on
me. We arrived on a particularly windy and rainy day where the rain blew into my
face no matter which direction I looked. There were so many English-speaking
tourists that I am convince Reykjavik has lost its magic. It is not a city of
nostalgia, it a packaged place with a pre-determined experience.
At
2:55pm on the day we arrived I am so so so tired. I hate this cafe and the fact
that we have to sit facing the bathroom. And the fact that I just spent 24
dollars of two coffees and a chocolate bar.
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Reykjavik
Roasters, November 24, 2:55pm
The sun is already coming
up in Reykjavik. I mean, we can’t see the sun but the sky is getting lighter.
As we move norther though, we’ll be chasing the darkness. Perhaps we will
arrive in Isafjordur at dawn. It will be 11:00am.
I will always remember
this morning - walking in the dark in a silent and empty Reykjavik while eating
a buttery croissant. It felt like 9:00pm but it was just before 8:00am. My body
grows tired with the darkness.
- C is for Cookie, November 25th 8:35am
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