Memories of Iceland last summer

Am missing them no end at the moment, two weeks sans kids sounds fabulous but after a week the novelty starts to wear off and it gets harder... They´re in Iceland enjoying the holidays with their dad...
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Since getting my new camera I´ve become even more mad for photography than before, as if you thought that possible ;-) And some recognition has been recieved, earlyer this week one of my photos was in the top ten of the most intresting photos of the day on Flickr, which incidentally caused an amazing surge of commentator to vivit my site. An amazing 665 have visited the photo, 55 have named it as one of their favorites and 39 have commented upon it :-D I´m flabbergasted, it is strange how photos one thinks isn´t one of your best get´s such attention.





The text says: Josef and Mary went to Bethlehem. Mary had a baby in her tummy. All the hotels were full. They had to sleep in a barn with the animals. Jesus was born there. Jesus was the son of God. That´s why we celebrate Christmas.

Hey we just won miss world (or is it universe?) again, not bad for a nation numbering less than 300.000 in the whole ;-) So apparently we´ve won this version of the competition twice before once in 85 and then in 88, and then miss universe back in the sixties (I think)


Attended the local Icelandic Society´s Christmas mass today. Decided to finally make use of my old Icelandic costume and not a day too early it would seem, seeing as it barely fit around her waist, the weird thing is I wore it last when I was ten, admittedly a skinny small ten year old but still ;-)
The mass was pleasant, we don´t attend mass on a regular basis, opting for a personal approach to religion and belief, but the kids enjoyed it thoroughly :-D And I must admit that I enjoy the ceremony on occasion. It was followed by pancakes and hot chocolate enjoyed by all ;-) during which, in the true fashion of Icelanders and Icelandic society I was introduced (by a former class mate of Halldórs) to a woman studying cultural studies here who, we realised after a wee shile, just happened to be the younger sister of a friend of mine whom I got to know whilst teaching together in Blönduós ;-D This is very typical when Icelanders meet, one always finds a connection :-D
The major news would of course be Halldórs graduation a week ago, when with infinite ceremony he graduated with honours from the University of Edinburgh. It was a very interesting experience on the whole. We arrived (as is our custom) far too early but managed to meet up with friends who were giving us their extra guest ticket allowing for all three of us to attend. The thing is each graduand only gets two guest tickets, the rest are distributed by lottery and well with our luck at gambling, needless to say we had assumed either me or Níels would be at home watching the kids. Luckily I managed to get babysitting for both kids on the day and off we went, me snapping eagerly at everything and nothing, trying to come to grips with my graduation present which had in a manner both most evil as well as great, been handed to me right before heading off, leaving me flying high grasping the reality of being able to take photos at the ceremony (something that had brought me down not being able to do) whilst at the same time figuring out all the knobs and buttons in the taxi on the way :-D To clarify my ramblings, Halldór, Dad, Valgerður and Níels all threw together to get me my Olympus E500, an extra zoom lens, a gigabyte memory card and a bag :-D even though my graduation isn´t until January ;-) *observe one wee person jumping for joy*

To get back to the actual ceremony, it was held in a hall specifically built for the Universities of Edinburgh’s graduations. It is a round awe inspiring building and all the walls are laden with frescos. Once inside dark wood benches ecircled the main floor where the graduands sat all wearing their witchy robes. Elderly gentlemen clad in green long coats guided people around as everyone’s parents snapped away. Once the ceremony started everything moved very fast, way faster than my high school graduation. As each person was called up they were duly hit on the head (literally) and according to the graduands the only difference between those graduating with distinction and those not, was that the d ones were hit harder. The implement used to hit the students is apparently this 400 year old scholars hat, a piece of which, we found out during the initial speech, was set to travel around the earth in a space shuttle next year ;-)
The whole hoopla, what with the hooded robes, the ceremony and regality brought to my mind images of a certain School of wizardry, not an unlikely connection seeing as Rowling lives here but it also made me think of the age old connection between education and knowledge, and wizardry and magic. Iceland’s most famous magician studied at the black school, i.e. Sorbonne in France and was renowned for outwitting the devil. It will be curious to compare this graduation to my graduation in a modern University in an industrial city.
Valgerður and Níels left us for Iceland yesterday, leaving a mountain of presents to intrigue the children, also making one miss having family around. Then again both of us having been brought up globetrotting it is perhaps to be expected that as grown ups we would do the same. After going down to Sheffield for a meeting with the head of NATCECT I´ve decided to at least apply to the School of Asian studies for a PhD with joint supervision surrounding the research to be done in Japan, so fingers crossed. So all in all a good week filled with momentous events, family and the chance to meet up with friends who had left Edinburgh and who only returned for their graduation :-D


A favourite snack in Iceland is the Penguin. These defenceless birds are caught by installing streetlights, which they mistake for the moon. The birds become so confused they eventually fall into boiling cauldrons kept below the streetlights.
During winter a special month-long puffin festival is held, where local people eat nothing but puffin and drink a homemade spirit called Black Death.
The most dangerous animal found in Iceland is the lesser known killer puffin (lot: puffinus killerus). Has no known natural enemies and feeds of whales, sheep and cured shark meat. Has been known to attack American male tourists (lot: touristus ignoromus) looking for Icelandic females
The Supreme Court has ruled that there cannot be a Nativity Scene in Washington Scene in Washington, D.C. this Christmas season.
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Time sure does fly ;-) Doesn´t it?