Onwards to Glory

Apparently 3 weeks had passed because, next thing we knew, we were back on the bus and headed for Isafjordur (10-ish hours away). To give you some sense of location...Akureyri is where the arrow is pointing...and the shining sun is right over Isafjordur. All the fjords along Iceland's coast mean lots of loop-de-loop roads...up and down the fingers of the Westfjords.


We got to our first stop where some friendly hill-folk greeted us. Greg attempted to sit on their shoulders...with limited success...




When we got back on the bus at a different rest stop, I returned to find my seat occupied by this little goober. So, I moved over and me and another girl, Rosie, had Felix-duty for the rest of the drive (which is hardly a chore...what a cutie).


Yeah! Milk!



The road to Isafjordur is unlike anything I've ever experienced. A majority of the drive is along dirt roads that roll up and down the hills without much consideration for physics. At one point the fog was so thick that we couldn't even see the road below us from the windows. Everyone else on the bus was asleep (anomaly: I didn't sleep the whole drive), and the silence mixed with the eerie blanket of white made for a scene worthy of a Hitchcock film. (Mad props to our fearless driver)


Felix was pretty stoked when we did his hair, and he let me take lots of pictures of his new 'do.


However this boy was not meant to be in front of the camera...And he quickly made this known.


The boy has a good eye! Very abstract, very profound.




Here's Brenda, scaring the bejeezes out of me and Sophie when we turned around.


We made it to our hostel in Isafjordur, and quickly made ourselves comfortable. Greg found some new specs in the living room. They really go well with his eyes.


I'm living on the first floor with another student, our Director, her husband and son, and our assistant director. This morning I was sitting in bed with my door open and this toy just rolled past my doorframe and stopped. Ghost, obviously.


We are more in the middle of nowhere here than we have ever been previously. We're cradled in a valley by mountains, glaciers, and meadows. The back of the hostel has an awesome playground...so we put aside our project proposals for some quality seesawing.










The hostel itself is an old church house (where the preacher lived? something like that...) and the farm its on is down the street.


Here's our home for the next 2 weeks!