"For Sweet Liberty I Pray..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Update on the horrible icky wound front: It's not draining any more; it's bleeding. Mum says this is just fine. It's bandaged and I have a doctor's appointment to-morrow, but Mum says it also looks smaller. I once again give thanks for having a WOCN for a mother.

Blah.

To-morrow we harvest all the tomatoes and boil our own sauce. This is my favourite thing to do all year long. ^__^ Also we'll cut apples for pies and put away more corn. Da' says this is the best our farm has ever done.

So, yay also. :D

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_^ Yes! This will be wonderful!

Oh, please. As though you wouldn't be invited.

Well, it's very cold in the summer, which is all right, because I hate the heat; or at least it's all right for me. There are lupins everywhere. Reykjavik is the only city I haven't been scared of--the part where we stayed was big and grey and there are lots of apartment buildings and beautiful bakeries. You can't imagine bakeries in Iceland. They're all marked BAKARI and they have kleinur and chocolate-coated marzipan and fresh-baked rolls and panakokas and the most random amazing sweets. We went every single day. The part of Reykjavik that isn't grey is bright, and there are lots of shops and we went to the bay where I caught a duck in my hands and we fed four loaves of day-old bread to the ducks and geese and swans. Everybody in Iceland is related to everybody else, so we stayed at my uncle's mother's apartment, and the bread came from my uncle's brother's son's BAKARI, and when we went horse-riding for a week across the wild part of Iceland, it was my uncle's brothers' establishment that organises the tours. My uncle's brother's wife was our guide, and my uncle's sister cooked for everybody the whole time.

There are swimming pools in Iceland that are heated because of all the warm underwater springs. People have hotpots in their backyards, which are just little holes dug into the ground and filled with water, that are heated from all the warmth in the ground. You can swim in the winter. They do.

The wild part of Iceland is sometimes huge black sand deserts for ages, and sometimes it's mountains covered with plants, and often it's amazing stretches of little hills. There are big cold rivers and towers of rock, and at the end of the ride we came to Lanmannalauger, which is the most touristy hot springs, and Johanna and Vihljalmur and Olifur-Andre and Waen and I ran around in the foothills, which are big rocks, mostly, covered with moss and looking like somebody took a small bundle of mountains and then poured acid on them so they burned away in places, leaving a network of connected parts of land. We jumped and tumbled and climbed for hours.

We went to Snaefellsjokull, too, which is the peninsula. There are lots of harbours, and you go along the ocean. We went to the cliffs, where there are a hundred-thousand birds, and through places where there were hundreds of waterfalls, absolutely hundreds of them... And mountains, and plateaus, and the huge glaciers. And KINDU! ^______^ My favourite animal in the world. Icelandic sheep. I have a scarf made of their wool, and two figurines of them made of wool, too, and a shirt with them on. I love Kindu so much.

And the coins are beautiful. I have a full set I made sure I brought home with me. I'll show you when I come. And the sun never sets in the summer, so it's always light. Waen and I would walk outside at two o'clock in the morning when we were on the ride, around the lake at Lanmannahetlir and it would be perfectly light.

And they love to sing, and eat, and smile, and you have to shower with everybody else, or else pay five kronur, which is a lot. So you don't. Which is why I have no shame now and can walk around the house naked, because after two weeks of showering with everybody else, you just stop caring.

I want to go back to Iceland so badly. That's only such a little, little part of it I told you...

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Oh, guh. I could have a longer, more extensive response, but-- but why? I want Iceland. Take me to Iceland. I think I need Iceland. And Denmark, but that's another story.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I want to take you there. I truly awfully do. And I want you to take me there, but yes.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

That would be so wonderful. So, so wonderful. By all means.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Then we shall go. Thank you, my love.