First, let me just say that it's 9:45 here, and the sun has finally broken through the clouds, making this the brightest it's been outside in over 24 hours. Once again, it's 9:45 PM. If it weren't for clocks, I'd never know what time of day it is.
This afternoon we traveled to Selfoss, the 3rd largest city in Iceland, which doesn't say much, because it has a population of less than 10.000. At the grocery store and bakery, I got to make a purchase in a foreign country for the first time! (not counting the airport.)Luckily, we somehow just happened to end up in the lines with the cutest cashiers, and they were ever-so-patient with us as we fumbled around our purses for the proper coinage. On a sort of similar note, everyone here thinks it's adorable when we try to use Icelandic phrases such as "takk" (thanks) and "hallo" (hey). It's so simple to be charming
It's also simple to stand out as an American. We've been eating so incredibly well in Skalholt that Coley, Julia and I have been craving greasy, fatty foods like cheeseburgers. After our grocery run, guess the nationality of the only three people walking down the street while shoveling Doritos in their mouths? To anyone who's interested, Cool Ranch Doritos here are called Cool American. Yes, I took a picture:)
Next time we visit Selfoss, we are going to stop at "The most famous hot dog stand in the world"- supposedly it's hands-down the best. I'll let you know the verdict determined by our saturated fat-immune taste buds.
Right now, I have to finish reading about the scandalous lives of the Norse gods. All this homework...
Bless Bless!
p.s. In Selfoss, people would stop on the main drag to let us cross. And when we hit the button at the crosswalk, the traffic light immediately turned yellow then red to let us cross. We felt privileged, so I named this post after the luxury of courtesy.
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