Yesterday Grandma Massey came to visit us at our little apartment. It's been so long since she's travelled anywhere and everyone at home and here is so excited for her. Two weeks for her to relax and not give a thought to work. I'm so happy for her. :)
Mom and Grandma rented a couple bikes today while I was at Icelandic class and boy am I glad about that. Although walking is nice, I find biking ten times better. And what a perfect day to have a bike ride. Throughout the nearly four weeks that we've been here, there hasn't been a more perfect day. After taking Kai to get a haircut (looking snazzy!), and showing Grandma our favourite coffee shop and a little boutique, I just had to go for a ride along the beach. Grandma came with me and we rode and rode until we reached the end of the pathway at a golf course we found. Of course, we went at sunset (my preferred time to be at the ocean), and it wasn't until we were out by the water that I realized how still the day was. Not once since we got here did we have a day with not a cloud spotting the sky or a wind to rustle the salty sea, as was today. The water was a calm, soft, baby blue; the sky was a gradient of pastels, yellow, orange, red, purple, blues; the air was tickling of the seaweed and salt. It's not very often that I get moments where I actually am thinking "I wish time would freeze right here and now and I could stare at Gods beauty", but as the breeze of my speed gently propelled me forward and the warm sun caressed my face, that was exactly what I was thinking. It was a rare sunset, a day I was sad and worried would never (or hardly ever) happen again. I think it was a lucky day that only the people aware enough to notice the pure beauty of it were able to enjoy.
When Grandma Massey and I returned home, the skies were dark and the lights of the city were beginning to twinkle alight. We'd stopped to get a few groceries (Grandma wanted to check out a normal Icelandic grocery store) and so bringing the bikes and the bags of food looked to be a struggle. Kai came and helped with the first one, but then a nice guy offered to help us bring up the second. He was a blond (typical) young guy and Grandma, in her ways started talking to him. We chatted for a while. he works at the hospital here. Afterwards Grandma kept talking about him, "Oh, I could tell! He liked Lexie, I just know it. He kept looking back at you!". Rolling my eyes at that one; Sometimes I think she's as crazy as a wingbat, but then again, so am I. Haha :)
All in all, after a stop at the coffee shop, a picturesque ride by the ocean, and a good ol' card game with the fam, I think today counts as a near-perfect day. Everyday it seems I fall more and more in love with the beach and Iceland and everything it holds. I can tell already that leaving isn't going to be a completely happy day. This place has grown on me, I guess.
Smiles, laughter and family,
Lexie <3
Mom and Grandma rented a couple bikes today while I was at Icelandic class and boy am I glad about that. Although walking is nice, I find biking ten times better. And what a perfect day to have a bike ride. Throughout the nearly four weeks that we've been here, there hasn't been a more perfect day. After taking Kai to get a haircut (looking snazzy!), and showing Grandma our favourite coffee shop and a little boutique, I just had to go for a ride along the beach. Grandma came with me and we rode and rode until we reached the end of the pathway at a golf course we found. Of course, we went at sunset (my preferred time to be at the ocean), and it wasn't until we were out by the water that I realized how still the day was. Not once since we got here did we have a day with not a cloud spotting the sky or a wind to rustle the salty sea, as was today. The water was a calm, soft, baby blue; the sky was a gradient of pastels, yellow, orange, red, purple, blues; the air was tickling of the seaweed and salt. It's not very often that I get moments where I actually am thinking "I wish time would freeze right here and now and I could stare at Gods beauty", but as the breeze of my speed gently propelled me forward and the warm sun caressed my face, that was exactly what I was thinking. It was a rare sunset, a day I was sad and worried would never (or hardly ever) happen again. I think it was a lucky day that only the people aware enough to notice the pure beauty of it were able to enjoy.
When Grandma Massey and I returned home, the skies were dark and the lights of the city were beginning to twinkle alight. We'd stopped to get a few groceries (Grandma wanted to check out a normal Icelandic grocery store) and so bringing the bikes and the bags of food looked to be a struggle. Kai came and helped with the first one, but then a nice guy offered to help us bring up the second. He was a blond (typical) young guy and Grandma, in her ways started talking to him. We chatted for a while. he works at the hospital here. Afterwards Grandma kept talking about him, "Oh, I could tell! He liked Lexie, I just know it. He kept looking back at you!". Rolling my eyes at that one; Sometimes I think she's as crazy as a wingbat, but then again, so am I. Haha :)
All in all, after a stop at the coffee shop, a picturesque ride by the ocean, and a good ol' card game with the fam, I think today counts as a near-perfect day. Everyday it seems I fall more and more in love with the beach and Iceland and everything it holds. I can tell already that leaving isn't going to be a completely happy day. This place has grown on me, I guess.
Smiles, laughter and family,
Lexie <3