Yesterday I was expecting to hear from Siggi, the man who owns the place where I’ll be staying up in the Atlantic Circle, about when we would be leaving for the long trek. He wanted to leave earlier than I had expected, and I was to call him over the weekend. The call ended with him telling me to call back the following day…which is today. More news on that will follow, but right now, it’s limbo.
On Sunday (yesterday) I was sitting inside the community room at the Salvation Army Guesthouse, where I’m staying, and Billy, a Salvation Army worker, from both the U.S. and Iceland, invited me to attend their church, which is located within the same building.
I’ve heard music coming from there on occasion, but didn’t know what it was. However, I had met Billy earlier, and again on the street with his auburn-haired beautiful wife, Dorothy, from the Faroe Islands, and felt very welcome.
Salvation Army officer Margaret Saue Marti translated the message in the service so I would understand. She is from Norway, is fluent in Icelandic, English, Norweigan and, I’m certain, in other languages, as well. Anyway, I was impressed that she could translate so quickly. Afterwards, in celebration of a church member’s birthday, a table full of food was laid out for everyone. I had the sweets, of course, and two of the savory items. One of which was a cracker with salmon and caviar.
Went to a flea market earlier that day in Reykjavik and saw the usual: you know, books, clothing, shoes, DVD’s, old Videos, etc., etc., and then the UNUSUAL: horse meat steaks and roasts, dried fish and durian fruit. The durian came from Taiwan, so said the seller, but it was frozen. He has never tasted it before, so I warned him not to let it thaw out. It smells so bad that everyone would clear out of the building. It IS good to taste, however. That fruit is mentioned in my book, “Too Close to the Sun”.
Then, I finally broke down and purchased an Icelandic hot-dog, that is almost worshipped here. It’s made out of cute little lambs, with some brown sauce and mayonnaise. Really, really gross!!!! When the brown sauce dripped down my arm I threw the whole thing out.
This morning, while waiting for the city to wake up, I strolled into the popular restaurant, Laundromat. I ordered a traditional breakfast of scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes and bread. It was good, and while there, I began to read a British magazine with an article about a woman reporter-turned editor, who was investigated for phone hacking. Interesting. I think the people in the restaurant thought I would stay there all day. Under the counter that wraps around almost to a circle is full of paper books – their restaurant should be called The Library.