Whirlwind

A new friend in Edinburgh.

We´re back north with views of the snow-capped Esja on the way to work and far across to the Reykjanes ridge from the living room window, the sulphurous smell in the shower and the highly changable weather here. There was sleet hitting the car windscreen as we were kindly given a lift back to Reykjavík by Óli´s Mum, rain on the kitchen window as we enjoyed her cake and coffee and then sunshine when we were invited back for dinner. Today there is a bright blue sky and red roofs outside my window.

The trip to Scotland was a whirlwind. We met family, friends and made new friends too. My folks passed by. That was lovely and I´m looking forward to their visit here. We saw some great friends and sadly missed seeing others. I met a friend of Óli´s who was just lovely. We had sun, sun and more sun. A tiny sprinkling of rain in Glasgow. My pro-Edinburgh propaganda works well in the sun. I indulged in Scottish ex-pat tourist behaviour buying dodgy tartan tights and Óli showed his celtic maternal origins with great enthusiasm in the form of bagpipe and kilt purchases. There was fire, body paint, cold chilly nights, hot summer afternoons, good old fashioned pubs, too many cooked breakfasts, ice cream in the park, a not very scary underground tour, satisfyingly focussed work on pretty shiny glass, desert, tropical rain forests and dusty, cosy bookshops. I belly danced, we ceilidhed... oh, how we ceilidhed. Photos of these things soon.

Friend in a bag.