Sitting on a megabus at the moment- a bottle of Lucozade (or as I keep calling it “Lidocaine”) propping up my arm, my seatmate snoozing comfortably (you an tell because he’s got his shirt up and is rubbing his belly while he snores) and this silly little travel keyboard that keeps folding up on itself, but I’ve worked out a system that lets me hit the right keys without closing it up and that would absolutely cause carpal tunnel syndrome if I did it for longer than the length of this bus ride (5 hours, for what that’s worth) and might anyway, tbh.
So as good as that cream cheese was, that first full day in Reykjavk got EVEN BETTER. After I left the coffee shop, I found my little (LITTLE) guest house, dropped off my bag, and met Árni for lunch. Árni is an Icelander, living just outside the city. He took me me Parliament (very small), City Hall (with the COOLEST 3-D model of Iceland that has little markings where people live. SPOILER ALERT: like five people live in Iceland. Here’s one bit of the map:
We also walked past the local jail, which tbh had pretty nice architecture. I bet it’s like the jail Leslie Knope’s has to spend the night in after she gets in a fight with Parker Posey. After all that , Árni dropped me off at a church that looks like an organ:
It also has an organ but that’s not the point. The point is that for some amount of money (idk how much, the USD/ISK conversion rate is supah confusing. Maybe 9 bucks?), you can take an elevator to the top and look out over the whole city. Being that it’s the highest point in Reykjavik, this means that you get QUITE a view. Also, I have no idea if it’s actually the highest point in Reykjavik, but that feels right.
So that being done, I wandered back to the LITTLE guesthouse to make up for being awake for over 24 hours by catching a nap. Anyone who knows me at all knows that sleep is my favorite thing in the entire world and I could easily have passed out long enough to overstay my visa and cause an international incident, but instead, I peeled myself up after two hours and went down to meet Satu, whom I had never met in person (friend of a friend kind of thing), but with who I have so much in common, including, importantly at the time, enjoying sushi. Including the piece that looked like Donald Trump.
After that, I went back to the LITTLE guesthouse, fell asleep, and just woke up, five days later. JK, but I am tired again so I’ll finish this later.