Mom hates when I randomly burst into song. FML.

Oh, and Canada is a million times more boring than Iceland. Or Canada is just boring in general. Errrg. And just to think I have to go back there. I really want to move to a big city or awesome country some day. *sigh*

Oh, and I got a bit of video of the last few days. I shall attempt to post it soon, if I can, crossing my fingers.
-J-

I think I'm addicted to youtube. Which is terrible when going to a third world country where it's impossible to get on it.

Well, since I bothered to lug this laptop across the world, I may as well make use of it, even if there isn’t currently internet. I’ll post this when I get internet.

Thursday:

We got to the Halifax airport without any problems. This was the moment that Evan(my 12 year old brother, I really don’t think that I’ve ever mentioned him here) decided to get quite ill. We chilled by the bathrooms for a while my mom was freaking out. I sacrificed a Gravol to make him feel better. After we went through security, I walked up and down the hallway, avoiding Ms. Sutton, my former English teacher, who frankly I’m terrified of. We boarded the plane at 9:30pm or something, and sat on the tarmac for nearly an hour. At this point Evan fell asleep because of the Gravol and my mom and I were getting really pissed at each other for no apparent reason. When the plane finally took off and I discovered that the entertainment system thingy was crap, so I fell asleep.

Friday:

We landed at the airport about 40 minutes outside of Reykavik(the capital/only sizable city in Iceland) at about 5:30am. I was pretty screwed up after loosing three hours and having only two hours sleep. Dad went to go look for the rental car place down the road, leaving us at the airport for half an hour of suffering, then came back for the luggage and added another half an hour, then came back for us. We went to the guesthouse at 8am to find out that our room/ apartment wouldn’t be ready until 10am. There was breakfast there, so I ate some toast. We walked around because of lack of anything else to do. Finally, our room was ready, so we went and slept there until 2pm. We went to find the grocery store so we could have some food. For the rest of the afternoon, Evan and Mom didn’t feel like doing much, so Dad and I walked around a bit. We saw the gigantic cement church, ran across a lot of friendly cats, and attempted to read the street signs. How he picked up the pronunciations for random little symbols, I don’t know. Later, my mom made us go for a drive to the gigantic hills in the distance. It was pretty cool. I went for another walk after that. It was pretty cool that it was 11pm but it wasn’t even the slightest bit dark out.

Saturday:

I slept pretty late. My parents were pretty set on getting to the Blue Lagoon before lunch. (The Blue Lagoon is a big geothermal pool where the water is the color of raspberry lemonade kool-aid). In the changing rooms, every wall I turned to seemed to have some sort of rule about Icelandic pool etiquette. One of them was “Shower thoroughly without swimsuit before entering the Blue Lagoon.” Only two of the ten showers had doors, and it must be a European thing that people really don’t care about stripping down in front of a bunch of people. Definitely a difference in culture there.

We swam/sat around the nice warm pool for a few hours. I eventually got really overheated and dehydrated, giving me a headache. I managed to injure myself by slamming my fingers in the well oiled bathroom door, by walking into the stairs in the opaque water, and by falling into a hole on the rough floor of the pool. It was still a good time. There was this facial stuff that they kept in huge buckets floating in a wooden thing(I got my hand stuck in the gap between the boards because I was too lazy to reach for the scoop…) Evan piled the stuff on his face and wait for it to dry so that he could smile and his entire face would crack. I don’t think he’s gotten all of it off yet. When we got back to the guesthouse, I made some pasta for supper and then slept my headache off. I took another shower because the minerals that were in the lagoon make it so that your skin is sticky and basically solidifies your hair. Mom and Dad got back from finding wireless internet, so we drove to a thing that looks like a five story disco ball (yes, I shall post pics.) We drove around with no particular thing in mind after that. Nothing interesting really happened after that, other than me staring at the glass fronted washer for 15 minutes or so.  

Sunday: 

Today was pretty much a big road trip. It started around lunch by heading out to some historical site, not totally sure what it is. Next was the geysers, where the water shoots from the ground in an awesome fashion. Then was a trip to a gigantic water fall, also pretty epic. 

And now I frolic away early tomorrow morning to Kenya. Or rather the airport. Get to London about 11am, and then an 8 hour layover, oh joy. Then the overnight flight to Nairobi, and get there really early in the morning. I shall be back.

-J-

Hey! It's Canada day. Happy b-day Canada!

"These statues creep me out. They're just so chunky." *dude jumps up off bench with statues* Me: "Uhhhhh.... sorry."

11 and a half hours until I'm on a plane. And I'm sitting at my grandparent's house, listening to my Mom rant about something or other. Errg. I have so much time to kill. My grandparents are now trying to figure out facebook. FAIL.

And there is nothing to say, other than my cat made it safely to my grandparent's house.Hopefully there's something worth documenting soon. Airports are usually interesting.
Love,
The fool who is called Julianne