Everything here is still so absolutely perfect. Perfect in the way that I’m learning, growing, and trying to take in everything for exactly what it is. The moments of frustration are few and far between, but still necessary to make the best parts even more sweeter. Whenever I find myself frustrated, I try to take a moment to find gratitude for everything that is happening around me. I have so much to be thankful for, so much to be happy about, there really isn't time to be frustrated, albeit it does occur once in a great while. I also try to remind myself, that's when the growing is happening, and not everything is meant to be peachy all the time. It's all part of the experience, and I couldn't be happier to be living it.
Speaking of happiness, I believe I'm probably the happiest I've ever been. I've only been here a week, but it's been an utterly fantastic week, and it feels like we've been here much, much longer. I feel for once with certainty that I'm where I belong, and I've never felt more at ease I imagine since I was a child. I do get homesick, but only when I'm chatting with people from back home.. But I know they're here with me all the time, for I carry them in my little baby heart, that feels like it's growing with love for this place each day.
We finally arrived to our first workaway experience on Monday, and began work on Tuesday. The family is beyond wonderful, and takes really good care of us. We have our own place in a building called the Skemma, something like a barn, garage, or small warehouse. Our bedroom is upstairs, and we're spoiled as all hell, because aside from it being perfect, and having this cozy folk-farm vibe, we also have tempurpedic beds... which is fantastic to lay down in after a day of work.
The work is quite simple, pretty mundane, but I like most of it none the less. There are it's grosser parts, but it's just part of it, and it's really not that bad. Definitely nothing I can't handle ;) We pack, and pick the eggs, and Mel and I throw around lots of egg puns, whenever they come to mind.
We also get to feed the horses once in a while, which is a joy to be around, and I can't get enough of them. One of the most beautiful parts of Iceland is their majestic horses, they're everywhere!
And the food, the food.... the food..........
Our host family cooks us amazing meals each night, and I feel like I could never stop eating, even when I'm full. I've been able to try a bunch of things that I would never have imagined I'd try, being I'm usually a picky eater! I've tried some fish, and smoked lamb (so good!), and I could purely live off of the potatoes. Rakel made bread one night, banana and a spiced one of sorts, and I think between Melissa and I, we could have finished both loafs if we were allowed. ;) The spiced bread tastes like christmas in your mouth, and I will for sure be bringing home the recipe to share with all my friends and family back home... GET EXCITED. Sometime soon I get to try Reindeer, which is a delicacy of sorts here, because you are only allowed to hunt one a year, and it's supposedly quite expensive to obtain the permit.
The animal laws are awesome here in Iceland. For instance, the owned sheep are free grazing until they are brought to the slaughterhouse, which seems much more humane if you're going to eat them. I'm uncertain of the other laws, I've been told a few of them, but I forgot.
I'm learning so much, but sometime's it's hard to remember everything when so much is being thrown at you. None the less, I'm trying to soak in as much as possible. :) I get extremely excited when I do retain things, especially words in the language. It's amazing listening to the Icelanders speak, and when I can catch a word I recognize I'm like HEY!!!!! I KNOW THAT!!!! I CAN SPEAK ICELANDIC!!! (Not even close...obviously.)
I probably could ramble for days about all the spectacular I'm experiencing, but I'll save some for next time.
Until then, bless (goodbye).
AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN!