So here we are in the famous Westfjords, a magical place where the mountains (or fjords) surround the small villages including ours: Isafjodur. Yesterday our host father, Olafur, took us on a boat ride to another fjord, which was about an hour ride. I got to drive a lot on the way back! It was pretty wild – I’ve never driven a boat that big in seas that rough. We later enjoyed watching the Germany – Ghana game, poking fun at Germany most of the time haha. “Klose, was ist los??” “Schweinsteiger, wo bist du?” Very funny. We had some beers at the house and continued the festivities at the bar, Husidh. The next day – we killed our hangovers with a hike up half of a fjord on the other side of the bay. Had some great soup for lunch, then went to a birch tree farm and walked around fertilizing them for a few hours. We helped out with the trees because one of the host fathers does it in his spare time as a hobby. He seems very soft-spoken but he is an incredibly nice guy. He’s got the kind of insanely happy smile that makes me smile when he does haha. His kids are cool too, I wrestled with the seven year old earlier that day. That night, we went for a barbeque with the rest of the host families where everyone brings their food (mostly Viking sized slabs of lamb and other meat) and throws it on the grill. Everyone eats and enjoys company, then goes home. It was awesome. Although my volunteer work cleaning silverware cost me a bite of whale :(. oh well. there will be more chances. I’d write about the USA Portugal game but I don’t want to talk about it.
Today is our first day of classes at the University in Isafjordur! My buddy Nelson and I were going to go for a run before classes, but sleep won us over. We can run this afternoon anyway. It is an absolutely magnificent day here in Iceland. It gets harder and harder to leave