11 April 2006

State visit

This morning J and I drove the mossy, windy road to the airport, where we fetched my parents. It's their first visit to The Land, and they were told by my brother who came in November that they'd love it, that it was SO amazing, that they'd love it, and did he mention that it was amazing? So far they've taken to it quite well, babbling about the cairns, the soil, and the hills during the drive back, asking questions about everything, and marvelling at all the things I've gotten used to seeing every day. After living here for a while the "strange" receptors do get dulled, and I've started to think it really isn't THAT different from the States. You got your roads, your jungle jump-up in the suburbs, trucks, houses. Yep, not so different. Then a visitor comes and everything seems new again- the tiny scale of life here, the odd way that this metropolis seems to spring out of the lava emptiness after the drive from the airport.

Like good coming-to-see-the-expat visitors, they've arrived laden with the maximum luggage allowance, most of which contains goodies for us. When people start asking about what we want three months before they arrive, the list piles up until the bags are full, apparently. It's like Christmas and my birthday all in one every time someone comes, and I've only seen the contents of one bag, which is full of wine and designer shoes from my sister-in-law.

They're staying downtown, and have already had their first experience of how things are different here, when they tried to find a café for breakfast at 8am. They were kindly sent to 10-11 by the woman who was getting ready to open in a few hours. It's strange to have family here like this once again, feeling out the way the relationship is different now that we live so far away from each other, instead of a car ride away and mostly experiencing the same weather patterns. There's so much to share, so much to see, and so much to talk about.

Ship sighting: I feel for anyone out on the sea this morning, since the waves were still quite high on the way to the airport. Still, the schedule shows a good mix of ships today, including a sizeable tanker, Themestern. Here's a picture of the Themestern stern.


Anonymous said...

Hello Mademoiselle E
Just a brief note...
there are a few cafés that open at or before 8 a.m. in the morning just a bit further up from 1011 in Austurstræti, i.e. Laugavegur/Bankastræti, e.g. Kaffitár, Bankastræti 8, Te & Kaffi, Laugavegur 24, and the Sandholt bakery at Laugavegur 36. A nice brew in all places.
Kapitan M

tsduff said...

I'll have to take note of those cafes...

tsduff said...

I love that mossy lava drive to the airport - I was so fascinated by it when I first laid eyes on Iceland. I hope my receptors never lose that sense of awe at the constant beauty of the land.

We had trouble finding a good cup of coffee early in the morning, and wound up at a gas station right there near the harbor. I purchased (for breakfast mind you) the best "pizza" thing I've ever eaten! It was fabulous.

Pvass said...

Halló halló.
Well, me I'm not in Iceland, but it's where I wish I were.
Maybe one day I'll call you and ask you how you did. Was it hard? I'm starting to save up and I'll be gone in a year.

Blessuð og gangi þér vel eftir götum reykjavíkur.

SB said...

Oh, oh, I think I'm turning into a blog reader junky. Now that you and JB are occupied I'm confused and sad, that I can't get my Icelandic blog fix :( every day!

I can't post on JB's anymore, but maybe you can pass on my little blog addiction. I miss my little read every day.

This is meant as a compliment, as I don't even read the moggi anymore, just your blogs :D
Love em!!!