It’s a holiday today; the first day of summer. There are two seasons, it appears: summer and winter. It’s chilly but the sun came out for most of the day. Because it’s a holiday, there was a lot of activity in the streets, beginning with a day of running. I went to the City Hall and saw people getting registered to run around the lake, and it was the same place where children’s art was on display. Children’s art is the most natural and creative. Whoever runs the child art program in Reykjavik needs to be congratulated. It was all beautiful.
A man who said he was from New Zeeland, but had an American accent, performed a show on the street that kept everyone enthralled. He first began by coming on the street ‘stage’ in pajamas. His schtick was slightly risqué, but hilarious. He had the audience in the palm of his hand, with his jokes and his acrobatic skills.
He got two men out of the audience to hold a ladder, a man on each side. While he joked, and while the ladder was balanced he put his body into acrobatic maneuvers, that caused gasps in the audience.
Another man further down the street, who spoke French, played a guitar and sang French songs. The guy I saw earlier in the week who played the ‘saw’ must not have received the memo because he wasn’t anywhere today. He was reminiscent of the ‘saw player’ in Santa Cruz, who was so popular that when he died an iron statue was made and dedicated to him. You can see it on the Garden Mall.
Someone just said hello to me, and asked me how I was. I forgot and answered him in American slang, “I’m hanging in there.” Then I laughed and told him I was fine. He shook my hand and said, “Happy Summer.” It’s a great day in Iceland.